music: Bob Marley- Songs of Freedom d.2
Brown students know the drill: the SciLi closes, and you gather your stuff up, walk across that concrete balance beam, and plant yourself in the CIT until whatever it is you are working on is done. That’s how it goes during finals. The CIT was a zoo-people sleeping in the corners of hallways, coffee and cigarettes, people sleeping at their computers because they didn’t want to give up their spot, etc etc.
Three years later. Different scene, same deal. I’ve left the Lamont and made my way to the Cabot, the 24-hour study space du jour. The drab interior, the chairs just uncomfortable enough to keep you awake…yes, yes. I’m right at home, ready to type into the wee hours. It’s probably better that there are no windows.
It’s early in reading period, so things aren’t crazy yet, but I’m looking at one of those nights. And teaching tomorrow. It’s finals. And to put a cramp on things, I’m considering a quick trip out of town Friday-Saturday. That, really, is why the crunch is on tonight and tomorrow. It’s gonna suck, but I’ll get through it. I’m armed with some things I didn’t have last time around: my laptop and my chinatown slippers. Both are indespensible tools at this hour. But enough. No more time to waste typing here…I have a long night of solitude ahead of me so I can…um…write about solitude. How meta-appropriate.
Posted by davidtaus at January 7, 2004 10:35 PM