Coffee is the Best Part of the Day

Eric Domingo is a graduate student at DePaul University pursuing his Master of Arts in Journalism. He got his Communication degree from the University of Illinois at Chicago and is currently working as a Staff Writer for DePaul’s newspaper TV/Film section. Domingo loves to exercise, play sports and tell stories. See more about him on Twitter @ericdomingo3.

It’s 8 a.m. and you wish your iPhone alarm would shut up. Wishing for extra time, you hit the snooze button and tell yourself “I’ll get up in a couple minutes.”

You know your history class doesn’t start until 9 a.m., so you decide two more minutes won’t hurt. In the blink of an eye, the intense siren sound goes off again. You finally agree it’s time to get out of bed.

By the time your feet touch the ground, you calculate that you have 55 minutes before class starts. The worst part is it takes 15 minutes to get to class and your head hurts from studying the night before. Also, your stomach needs something to get your body going.

“Today is going to suck,” you tell yourself.

Realistically, it’s now 40 minutes until you have to leave and you spent the last five minutes deciding, “Should I get ready or eat?”

You’ve finally decided food is more important so you find the strength to walk to the fridge. Similar to a zombie, your feet drag slowly and your arms hang lifelessly, but you finally make it to the kitchen.

“Great, there is nothing,” you say to yourself. “The only thing in here is ketchup, mustard, creamer and barbeque sauce. What should I do?”

Thirty more minutes until class and you feel like you’ve accomplished nothing. Feeling the pressure of the moment, you quickly open every cabinet hoping to find anything that you can consume. The only things you see are plates, empty cereal boxes, sugar and cups.

Your body starts to get flustered because you can’t find any food. You just decide to get ready.

“Could this day be any worse? I have no food, 25 minutes until I have to leave and I don’t think there’s enough time to buy something.”

After brushing your teeth, washing your face and picking up the sweatpants and sweater you wore yesterday, you finally tell yourself “I’m ready”.

Now you have 15 minutes to get to class. But wait, your stomach starts to fight you because you’ve neglected it the last 40 minutes.

You’re about to give up hope of finding any energy source. Then you realize maybe there’s a k-cup somewhere. Seven minutes until you have to leave your apartment and you blast through the kitchen a second time.

Forgetting to check the compartments below the sink, you slowly open the chestnut cabinet and find a box of unopened k-cups. Your face lights up because the day didn’t start off great.

You have four minutes left, but the cup of coffee, with cream and sugar, you made somehow calms you down. No longer flustered, you take the last three minutes to slowly drink your coffee. The dark roasted smell with a hint of vanilla enters your nostrils as your eyes close in satisfaction.

You get to the bottom of the cup and realize you have to leave, but tell yourself “Today is not going to be so bad after all.”

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