Welcome to a new installment of Chicken Soup for my Grad Student Soul, where I lay down even more regulations than your student handbook.
Today's rule is one I break frequently.
No Pens in the Bed!
Pens in the bed cause daily disaster for me.
It's even worse because I prefer those rolling ball point pens. Can you even imagine what that does to pillowcases? And my face?
Meanwhile, one of my grad student friends reports that her significant other is so fed up with pens in the bed that he's one Bic away from going Samuel L. Jackson in Snakes on a Plane, except replace "snakes" with "pens" and "plane" with "bed".
This is one of those things that sounds like a good idea -- "oh, I'll fall asleep in a pile of my books and fade in and out of consciousness while notetaking!" -- that rapidly falls apart when you wake up too late to scrub the pen off and you have to go to school looking like a canvas for a four-year-old. Even worse if you are taking notes on your topsheet. Or your girlfriend.
Pens on the couch are still permissible, so if you must hibernate in a den of work, take all your pens there. You're less likely to mark up innocent bystanders there.
Or highlighters. That's what always gets me. But on a good note, if you get enough highlighters and enough colors, you end up with polka dotted sheets! And while we're on the subject... what is the etymology of "polka dotted"? It looks so weird to type it and makes no sense. Maybe I just should sleep.
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