A Day in the Life of Alice Conroy

I awoke late this morning, not keen on leaving the velveteen confines of my bed. The gargle of the coffee maker startles me, and I sleepily look over to see that I have overslept by four hours. I get out of bed and head downstairs to the market, where I purchase some snacks to get a start to the day, albeit a late one. Staying in character with my unflappable purity, I buy a wholesome bottle of Naked Juice, and three packages of Reese’s Cups. I head back up to my room, and pull out my Spanish homework. Instead of going to class, I’ve come to the realization that all will be okay, and that it’ll work out in the end if I just teach myself instead. Munching away leisurely, I dream of going to the rec, lifting weights, running miles, and swimming laps in the pool. Out of boredom, I turn to television for inspiration, and the re-runs of ‘Human Weapon’ on the Discovery Channel inspire me all the more. “That could be me,” I think to myself. I could travel to the lost islands Indoenesia to practice Brazilian Ju-Jitsu and undergo strenuous training to prove myself worthy against the world’s most vicious warriors. I turn the TV off and continue to feast in the oral utopia that is cholocate and peanut butter. I will spend the next two hours finishing Spanish compositions, reading English novels and even reviewing my Geology homework. I long for the day to come to an end, as the thoughts of my study under the desirable Tracy Savoie cannot escape my mind. How unfortunate it is that her boyfriend was indeed the Ju-Jitsu master.

Personal Reading Inventory

For me, reading a book front to back is a cumbersome endeavor. I’ve never been a very creative thinker, so visually depicting written words is usually a struggle. The biggest hurdle I have to face when trying to read for an extended period of time, is clearing my mind of distractions. Anyone who knows me on anything deeper than a surface level, knows that I am easily distracted. Instead of caring about the incestuous behavior of Anne Hester or the joy of simplicity in Thoreau’s ‘Walden’, I’m usually more focused on what I’m going to eat for lunch. Since college started, however, I’ve tried a few new techniques to retain my attention on reading. Finding a quiet, isolated place is imperative. Also, climate and setting are important. To have any hope of not drifting into slumber, I need to be read while sitting upright in a room with a comfortable temperature. Listening to some Miles Davis on the iPod never hurts either.

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