Every day on this campus is a revelation. It’s like by the end of my16 hours-ish day, I’ve reached some sort of truth. A truth, about anything—the truth about the weather and how it is as unpredictable as the magic 8 ball. The truth about school and how it is kind of like a roller coaster, with highs that make you feel on top of the world, but with lows that grab your stomach from right under you. Then there’s the truth about relationships—both platonic and intimate—and both, because I love my friends and my boyfriend, are necessary for my sanity. And we all have these revelations; I know this to be true. I walk down Comm. Ave. and I can see brains ticking. Because I look at people—their hand gestures, their face twitches, and their eye movements—and I see words.

We really are just made out of words, and what a privilege that is.  Building blocks of student, amateur, books, love, cheese, budget, ambition, party etc. are words that we are all made of. The list is infinite.

And sometimes for every day, we carry different words heavier than the other ones. Sometimes, there is just that one word that summed up your day or saved your life or moved your heart. It is that one word that is the last thing you think about before you go to bed, before your brain chops it up into a kaleidoscope of memories.

So tonight, writing this blog entry, I think about what my word is for the day.

I woke up this morning with what felt like marbles in my throat, and my nose was kind of stuffy. Crap. I’m sick. These minor illnesses do happen often to us type of humans. The species of humans called, students. Whenever midterms or finals come rolling around, the work begins to coagulate into a colossal pile of work—creating wear and tear to our helpless immune systems. Play the violins! Our bodies never had a chance. BAM, we’re sick. We’re sick like clockwork.

In the trappings of the demise of college life, there is only one word that could sum up all my needs. That word would be: Nyquil.

That’s the cold booster stuff. Relieves cough, runny nose/sneezing, sore throat, aches and pain, and fever! Not to mention it knocks you out without warning, no signal at all. You’re like a log never to see the light of day until your body is good and ready. Disclaimer: In which you must take it if you’re sure you can get the full 8 hours. Let the Nyquil work its magic. If you prefer the healing without the knock out, you can turn to its just as effective, trusty counterpart—Dayquil.

Take this advice from me to you. If you got a cold, Nyquil will save your life.

Can ya’ dig it? I sure do. Jackie, out.

Jackie, Nyquil, Sanity, Sick, Truth, Words Staying Centered