Some words on life at AQ, Pt. 3

After class on Mondays and Thursdays, I go straight to dinner with Carrie, Joel, Charlie, and whoever else comes along for the ride. Dinner time always promises awful food, accompanied by excellent company. The best thing about our friendship is that I rarely am required to think before I speak. It is perfectly legitimate for any of us to vocalize any thought. We all have opinions, and we do not hesitate to share them. Most conversations are overridden with frivolity and comedy. All we need is each other, and any dull moment subsides. Tuesdays and Fridays are different. Classes only run until twelve for me, so I spend some quality alone time, or go back to bed and nap with Conor until we wake up. In my alone time, I wander Wilcox Park, sit at the Smoker’s Table thinking thoughts, read, go for bike rides, check out the bookstores in Eastown; really, whatever I am possessed to do. I prefer to be alone outdoors. It is easier for me to think when I can really breathe. Wednesdays there are no classes, a completely open day. I tell myself that I will do homework during the day, but it never happens. I was born a procrastinator, and will die a procrastinator. Wednesdays play out like Tuesdays and Fridays, in the absence of classes.