Ahaah!!Rip Van Winkle wakes up!!

The first of the messages, this is a not-so-subtle-allegory to the finally-coming-of-age/sudden overwhelming reality paradigm flooding you.
And if that wasnt funny, maybe this is:
I woke up yesterday -went to college on a lazy hassles free zombie shuffle (works for me- i think i can finally shuffle blindfolded to the insti any time of the day, take ur pick!). I always knew that the midsems were just around the corner. But then conversational tipsies guided me to a group talking animatedly about the possible questions this midsems. I in my overtly sleep-deprived psychedelia duly noted that this was a group not particularly inclined to such mundane things as all things academic (here's a question to the reader: when the subconcious takes over the concious and does the most part of the work, shouldn't the nomenclature be subject to a makeover; granted though that this one would resemble some lifeform lower down the ladder of evolution! ).
Then the fact that the oft heard-about "midsems"(quotes to emphasize the psychotic undertone) were no longer a month, or a week or some other respectable temporal units away - only 2 days!
Result: The protagonist/the narrator/yours faithfully jumps up, does a jig in the Bio Lab in full view of the batchmates and the juniors; his eyes meet the lab instuctor's and.. the rest is pretty evident. Any chain of events linked by causal threads would suffice, and the author presently sits hunched upon a keyboard typing away at the fastest speed his physiology permits; note that i am sitting on a chair that has all the required components for comfort - paddings, springs,cushions - yet manages to be fundamentally uncomfy- its a piece of art, man!