Yesterday UMass, Smith and Mount Holyoke lost their Internet connections.

The servers at UMass were down, and Smith and Mt Holyoke were affected as well, because we get our Internet from UMass.

Imagine, for the whole night, up to 40, 000 college students were left without Internet access.

I prayed hard, take away my electricity and light, but please let me keep the Internet.

Beth thought it might be an evil experiment to test how much work we students would get done if we didn’t have the Internet.

Apparently, not much.

Sometime through the Netless night, Beth wailed, “I haven’t got in my 7 hours of procrastination yet! I can’t start my work!” Then she proceeded to call a friend up and talked for an hour.

Others found alternative ways to procrastinate as well.

Elise organised all her files and put them into folders.

Since the MHC website was the only one that could work even without the line, Joan explored the entire thing and now knows everything about the school.

Angela watched 3 episodes of Taiwanese variety shows and read my Cawaii magazine religiously.

I took out my nail clippers and cut all my broken nails. Then I painted every nail a different colour, and stuck tiny flower glitter cutouts on them, while watching episode 11 of Stairway to Heaven.

At one point, Beth yelled into the phone, “Scott, I am dying here without the Internet! Everybody’s dying!”

I looked up from my nails. “No, I’m not.”

“Oh yeah right, Audrey! You should have seen yourself an hour ago. You were twitching in your chair and clicking your mouse vigorously.”

I insisted, “But I’ve reached Nirvana now. I don’t need the Internet anymore.”

Beth rolled her eyes. “That’s because you’ve spent the last half hour breathing in nail polish fumes.”