Everybody’s lookin’ forward to the weekend, weekend.
Yes, the song is so bad that it's good. But to be honest, Rebecca Black hit the nail on the head with her profound lyrics. It most indeed is Friday.
Now I have not done research on this, but I bet it is safe to say that if you polled (FB idea) the general population, the most popular day of the week is Friday. It's pretty obvious why because it's the end of a long, bitter week (whether your's involves work, school, or staying home) and the start of a well-rewarded weekend.
But if you analyze it closer, we spend the majority of our Fridays trapped until the last class of the day ends or the "yabba dabba doo" moment at 5 PM. We waste most of this day in zombie mode just trying to get through it. If you think about it, you could argue that Saturday is the most popular day. You get the whole day from sun up to sun down to do whatever makes your heart content. No sitting through a boring lecture or worthless work meeting.
But Rebecca's words of wisdom ring true... Everybody’s lookin’ forward to the weekend. The anticipation is sometimes even better than the moment. Being a family man, my weekends do not involve partying or gettin jiggy wit it anymore so my Friday nights and Saturdays are pretty boring. But come 2 hours before closing up shop I feel like I am playing the SuperBowl tomorrow. No matter what my plans may or may not have in store, I so esscited.
That feeling has been there ever since I can remember. Junior high Friday afternoon's before the bell rang at 3:15 consisted of drafting our fantasy baseball players for the video game Baseball Stars on our first-gen Nintendo. We spent study halls, a quick ten minutes between classes, secret discussions while the teacher wrote on the chalk board picking guys like Frank Thomas, Joey "then Albert" Belle, and my all-time favorite player Will Clark (side note - I still do these things this time of the year for fantasy football during work... thank God for technology). When we got to whoever's house we were sleeping at that night, we'd spend almost all night editting the default names to the guys we spent all afternoon picking. The funny thing is we would spend more time on that then actually playing.
During high school, Fridays really meant something too. I can look back at the anticipation of the big game whether it was football, basketball, or baseball. Especially if you played the sport like I did, you could forget about acing that last test on Friday. All this nervous excitement makes it hard to remember the pythagorean theorem.
College... well, in college it was more about the parties. You would ask around during lunch in the commons who was having a party. You would figure out how you were going to get beer and sneak it in to your dorm. If you were smart, you would avoid scheduling Friday afternoon classes altogether. But since you were not a morning person you were stuck with Theories of Art during the Renaissance, learning about the unique brush strokes of some French dude while your buddies already polished off a case of Milwaukee's Best... not that I would know.
Even though my college sucked at parties (another side note - if partying was a program in college, then my college offered an unaccreditted certificate taught by a nun), it was still exciting to think the next epic party was just hours away (yet another side note (side note to the side note - I realize that's two side notes in one sentence and one to recognize them) - epic back then was only a term used by people who played Dungeons and Dragons, but now is considered cool).
Today a Friday for someone slaving away until retirement still holds fondness. Like I said before, I might not be deciding which drinking game to play first or getting ready for a big game, but the anticipation that maybe something I'll never forget could happen reminds me to... Check my time, it's Friday, it's a weekend. We going to have fun, come on, come on, y'all.
I leave you with this most epic Friday remix.
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