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The paper is totally student-run downstairs, and management is out way before it's even done. Online comes in around one o'clock and usually takes about two hours, so it's just practical but mostly, it'd just be a hassle to shut down, and so when needed, one is welcome to stay, tool around on the computers, partake in reasonably priced vending machine fare, relax on the editor's couch or do cartwheels in the production room. Me, I had three days of LJ to catch up on and more reviews to go over (with a hearty thanks to all who have been dutifully tracking them down) not to mention French homework to avoid, so I stayed.
It was lovely, silent and tranquil and the good kind of surreal. I got to watch the sky turn shades of blue I rarely see on my walk home, the air smelling of bagels and coffee. I love watching the world wake up just before I'm going to bed.
Three hours later, it was American History followed by a marathon session of French homework, which I completed in the single hour before class and spent the walk there with my nose buried in new vocabulary and keying myself up, only to find out that the test isn't until Wednesday. Miranda reminded me that the alternative is much, much worse, but now all my anticipatory adrenaline's been wasted. How's a girl supposed to go into a test level-headed?
Don't quite know what to do with all this afternoon before work at six. The adrenaline comedown is pretty much keeping sleep at bay, and I do need to do some grocery shopping, but mostly, I just want to curl up on my friend's couch and watch Queer As Folk episodes.
And maybe I will.
It was lovely, silent and tranquil and the good kind of surreal. I got to watch the sky turn shades of blue I rarely see on my walk home, the air smelling of bagels and coffee. I love watching the world wake up just before I'm going to bed.
Three hours later, it was American History followed by a marathon session of French homework, which I completed in the single hour before class and spent the walk there with my nose buried in new vocabulary and keying myself up, only to find out that the test isn't until Wednesday. Miranda reminded me that the alternative is much, much worse, but now all my anticipatory adrenaline's been wasted. How's a girl supposed to go into a test level-headed?
Don't quite know what to do with all this afternoon before work at six. The adrenaline comedown is pretty much keeping sleep at bay, and I do need to do some grocery shopping, but mostly, I just want to curl up on my friend's couch and watch Queer As Folk episodes.
And maybe I will.