Monday, October 28, 2013

Why I love yoga class.

     Sometimes, it's Monday, which can be the shittiest day of the week, especially if it starts of with you startling yourself out of dreamland and realizing it's 15 minutes before your 8:20 a.m. Chemistry class. You didn't sleep that well that night, and now you have to go to class both sleep-deprived, ugly (stupid bed head), and hungry. Then after class, you can't go back to your dorm to fix your hair so you look like a decent human being because you didn't finish the epicly long assignment you just realized you had to complete by today last night -facepalm- so you go on and read that ridiculously confusing discourse and write your hopefully less-confusing essay rapidamente, finish just in time, and feel really proud walking to your class until you realize that it wasn't due until next week so you could've actually had lunch with your friends and gotten a decent good night's sleep.... Oh well. Moving on. But seriously, you're pissed. And then you realize that you did the assignment due last week completely wrong, and that's another thing you have to do today. Ughhhhh. But then you go back to your dorm after a horrible half-day. Your roommate's there, and she says her aunt gave her a bag full of cookies, and she hands one to you. It's literally the best cookie you've ever eaten in your ENTIRE LIFE.
     And suddenly everything's okay. I guess you were just hungry. But you still feel kind of meh because there isn't enough time in the day, but you have to sacrifice an hour of studying because you have yoga class. It's your first day. Huh.. Shit. I hope I don't need a mat. "Did I need to bring a mat?"
    "No-" the girl you ask says. "There are ones over there."
    You grab a purple one because it's your favorite color. The yoga instructor starts class, and it's awesome. Her voice is kind of yell-y and not very relaxing, but she does that because the zumba class is blaring music next door. It confuses you at first, the fighting BOOM BOOM beat and hispanic pop battling with the calm piano tunes of yoga class, but soon, the yoga instructor tells you to let everything that's been bothering you go just when you need to hear that the most. And after a bunch of weird poses (which you can manage because you used to take yoga back home.. except the bridge :c Sometimes, bodies just don't want to do that) and the chillest music ever, you get to just lay on the purple yoga mat and take a nap while that song from Twilight jams in the background. I have died every day waiting for you... Namaste.

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