I sat there in the dark attempting to study my notes. No success. None. Zip. Zero. Zip. Surprising? Not really. Bright idea, Molly. Turn on the light. What a concept. A lit room would probably make studying slightly easier. Just slightly. Can’t roommate is sleeping. Wow, this really sucks. Honestly, how am I expected to study anything in the dark? Maybe I can just explain to my teachers. Sorry professors, roommate was sleeping. No light-couldn’t study or complete my assignments. I’m sure they would totally understand. No problem Molly. Just get the assignments in at your convenience. You are the light of our lives, take your time. Ha. Not likely. That seems, hmm…, just about as probable as me making an A while studying in the dark.
Alternatives. Burn a candle. There is some light. Can’t. Fire hazard. Safety issue. Blah. Blah. Blah. Times like these make me love living in the dorms. Flashlight. Batteries are burnt out. They don’t last nearly as long as light bulbs.
My whole thought process on light bulbs gets me thinkin about my dad's theory on boys and light switches. His very deeep thinking (ha) on boys goes something like this. "Molly, boys are like light switches. They are always turned on, but you can turn them off." Wow, Dad. Thanks for that. Getting back on track though. My study habits are bad enough with my horrible attention span, and deleting my light source from the scenerio is really no help.
The light bulb seems the best and most probable solution to this dilemia, but thanks to a tired roommate looks like I'm headed to the library. What a bright idea.