A Cappella Spring Concerts Approach, Friends Suddenly Have “Tons” of Work to Do on Friday Nights

It’s a cappella season here at Hopkins, and apparently “sudden shit-ton of homework” season. The Black and Blue Jay‘s most recent study has shown that the correlation between amount of concerts and spikes in time spent in the library is likely significant.

“Oh yeah, my friend is in that group,” said freshman Jenny Moss, of one of the popular singing groups on campus. “I won’t get to see her because of all the computer science. That I have. On that particular day. Lots of computers.”

Each group has only two performances a year, one per semester. While this seems like a tolerable enough number, friends that have been in close proximity to performers for the entire year disagree.

“I’ve heard ‘Total Eclipse of the Heart’ remixed with Jay-Z’s ‘Holy Grail’ during every meal, shower, or shit I have taken within 30 feet of my roommate,” laments Joey Rickards, whose roommate’s concert is this coming weekend. “So it’s a shame that I have a paper to write on the same day that it will be projected via large-scale sound system.”

“My roommate has been beat-boxing while he does everything for the last three months,” explains sophomore John Corrigan. “I just know that there’s a splash zone. That’s all I’m saying.”

Said senior Erica Cryan, “I know it’s their last concert ever and the soloist has been my best friend since freshman year, but it’s not worth it. I’m sorry. It’s just not.”

Out of absolute unwillingness to endure the instrument-less performances, students have gone so far as to do all of the optional readings for class, do extra credit assignments, and attend super desperate late night office hours.

Headlines for a Day in the Life

This is mostly a true story. These are the headlines I came up with for a day in the life.

I Bought Fair Trade Coffee From Alkimia.

I Placed it on My Desk.

I Drank Some of It and Burned My Tongue.

Oh, and I also Spilled it All Over My Shirt and Leggings.

Oh, and while Spilling it on My Shirt and Leggings, I Spilled it All Over My Desk.

Now It’s on the Floor.

I Shouted FUCK in the Middle of Class.

My Professor Barely Looked Away From the PowerPoint.

My Friend Handed Me a Tiny Tissue.

I Zipped My Hoodie Over the Stain.

I Had No Time to Run Home So I Went to My Job.

I Lost My Job.

Everyone Asked Me What Smelled Like Coffee For the Rest of the Day.

I Lost the Respect of All of My Peers.

I Called My Mom.

Lost Her Respect, Too.

I Remembered That I Am an Adult and I Can Do My Own Damn Laundry.

I Remembered Spring Fair is This Weekend.

I Win; Fuck You, World.