I sit in a corridor on a bench. I am between classes. There is a giant gap in the middle of my day to which I must become accustomed. I have already had my first class of the day, Copy Editing, followed by a pizza buffet at Double Dave's.
Now, I fill the time with projects and homework. Today is one of my days for editing the Austin Pets Alive! No-Kill Handbill. I have reading to accomplish for Thursday. As I sit on this bench, and time progresses, I become more unpleasantly aware of how comfortable my chair is at home. I will ahve to find someplace else to sit besides this bench.
But I am enjoying the people watching as I sit in the hallway. Students bustle by, intent on their direction, and quite often misdirection.
I have already done my meandering and have found my classrooms and know where I'm supposed to be and when I'm supposed to be there. Now, I need to wander around and find the secret comfy spots. Every school has them. Some place with a nice chair and decent wi-fi and if I'm lucky, a nice view. Because this bench ain't cutting it. Seriously. The bench is bad.
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