Sabrina Carrel, English 1030 section 15, Parker King
I wake up for my 9am class and my roommate has already left for her 8am, "she finally figured out how to not wake me up while getting ready" I think, as I drag myself out of bed. A long night at the library makes for a difficult time getting up the next morning.
I'm so tired from the previous night of studying I hardly notice the emptiness of the bathroom as I get ready or the lack if conversation filling the tiny halls of the dorm. If anything I'm thankful for the peacefulness and that I get a little time to myself before joining two hundred other kids in my biology lecture.
An average day on library bridge looks something like suffocation and deafness rolled into one overcrowded walk way and it is usually the most distracting and long portion of my walk to class in the mornings. The bustling tabling of my srat "sisters" and the horse girls from my animal science class and the other premed students going abroad this week (and apparently last week too?) attempt to drag me into their super special and unique form of fundraising and eventing, but as usual I'm late and not in the mood.