I took a half-hour to sit down and read in the coffee shop during Thursday of finals week here before Christmas in my university laden hometown. So many conversations to eavesdrop on…<\/p>\n
(A girl on a cell phone) “God-D***-It! I got a ‘D’ on my final.”<\/p>\n
“Are you done yet?” “No I’ve got one tonight and one tomorrow.”<\/p>\n
(From a professor) “I just listened to a room full of my students complain to me why they can’t possibly take the exam tomorrow”<\/p>\n
“I don’t think we’re studying the right stuff. We need to talk to someone who already took it”<\/p>\n
“Micro-finance is gifts of $500-$5000 dollars.” (Um, no)<\/p>\n
“My boyfriend keeps telling me this is so great because you can hook it up to your phone. Uh, whatever. It doesn’t work.”<\/p>\n
Background music: Samuel Barber’s Adagio for Strings played too slow, as usual. (Check out the recording with Leonard Bernstein conducting instead.)<\/p>\n
Barista: “Would you like some more wine?” “YES!”<\/p>\n
It’s been eight years since I was in school. Sometimes I really miss it. During weeks like this? No.<\/p>\n
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I took a half-hour to sit down and read in the coffee shop during Thursday of finals week here before Christmas in my university laden hometown. So many conversations to eavesdrop on… (A girl on a cell phone) “God-D***-It! I got a ‘D’ on my final.” “Are you done yet?” “No I’ve got one tonight … <\/p>\n