Tonight was the first night I spent at school this semester past midnight. My first thought wasn't, "Wow, that sucks," but rather, "Wow, it's so late in the semester for this to be just starting."
"Hi."
"Hi."
"So you're um...--"
"Taylor."
"Right. Nice to meet you."
"Same here."
*silence*
"Pancakes?"
This isn't to say I haven't had any work this semester, because I have. Granted, I don't have a job, but I've had enough school to keep me busy past the 9-5 of most stone-cold careers. God forbid, I should be able to sleep sometimes, a fond, yet fleeting and completely unfrequent memory from last semester.
The strange thing about last night, when I was at school until the (for us, early) hour of 1:30 a.m. was that when the clock hit that midnight mark and I knew I'd be there a while longer, I felt some sense of comfort.
There were three of us in the computer lab. I was doing my work. One guy was looking at porn, and the other was playing some online arcade game, Bloons or something. I felt there was a sense of community. Or maybe I just felt serene. It's like I was a world-class horse jockey and I'd been off the saddle for a good ten years. Like a gymnast, getting back up o the rings after three years of being denied access for anabolic steroid-use reasons. As if I were Britney Spears, getting back up the nerve, the songs, and the sanity to perform one last time at the VMAs (though not quite so horrendous, I hope... maybe that wasn't the best simile).
Despite this feeling, I rather enjoy being in my own bed by 1:30 a.m. It's nice to know you're productive and one of a collective of freaks staying at school until all hours of the morning, but it's also nice to cook dinner at home, talk to some friends on the phone, and maybe even *gasp* be in bed by midnight.
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