I found myself just sitting in the corner of the library cafe today. Just sitting. Listening to music. Hands empty and still in my lap. Remnants of a pear and empty stamp book to my right, my criss-crossed planner to my left, phone on silent and buried somewhere underneath my jacket and laptop back.
I was startled that I was still. Quiet. There was no pressure to do anything–I was caught up on my work for tomorrow and Thursday. My letter to a friend was written and just had to be mailed. No students were in for office hours. I didn’t my next meeting for another half hour. Quiet. I savored the moment. They’re few and far between.
The thing I like about studying in quiet places is that even though you’re surrounded by people, everyone pretty much minds their own business. And I can sit in the corner and people watch–see what small things people are absorbed in. One Google page, a science program, three bagels, a communications article, three cups of coffee (one Mason jar of tea), two Facebook pages. Tumblr. Two people (including me) with headphones in. Seven laptops.
This morning was rough. I rolled out of bed and got slapped in the face by registration. That is: I tried to problem solve and created a problem. Our WiFi at home frequently craps out for no reason–after my morning shower and before breakfast, I usually restart our WiFi, because I’ve been unable to check my email in bed (again). Because registration for classes is always a struggle, I decided to beat the WiFi at its own game and just restart it at 6:45 a.m. before it had a chance to crap out. I and two of my housemates were set to register at 7:00 a.m., and by 6:50 a.m., the WiFi hadn’t rebooted. 6:54 a.m. found us throwing on sweatpants and sweaters and flying out to the car to get to campus (and the campus WiFi) before 7:00 a.m. We zoomed into the College Circle and huddled in our housemate’s car, fingers furiously clicking on buttons. At about 7:12 a.m., we returned home–I registered for 3 classes, only 1 of which I actually needed. For some reason, KnightWeb (our registration system) wasn’t registering that my prerequisites for English/German were actually complete–which meant an early morning trip to the Registrar. When your morning starts out like that, little bumps feel big. My hair was impossible to curl this morning. I made the coffee too strong. I forgot my water bottle at home. I banged my knee on my bed. I couldn’t find the flats I wanted to wear today. I felt ridiculously unprepared for my presentation in class. In short, I arrived at a professor’s office hours hyper-alert and grumpy.
And then the day started getting better. We had a great discussion about my future plans (which are solidifying a little) and got to catch up a little. I told her to come visit me in NYC this summer if I get an internship, and she said yes, she’d love to. And we should just walk and eat and walk and eat and go to the Met and have a cultural day.
“I mean,” she said, in a sudden burst of enthusiasm, “I mean, I want to come to your wedding!”
Little things like that can completely re-orient my day. And then we talked about Toni Morrison’s Beloved in my Wom Lit class and my day further improved. Between reading Octavia Butler short stories in the class I’m TA’ing for and Beloved and knowing that I’m taking a fiction class next semester, I’ve been hyper-aware of good fiction and the craft used. Both these authors blow me away. I want to finish reading the Butler short story collection and I want to read Jazz by Morrison. I went back to my happy place, with themes and ideas buzzing around in my head.
Listening to Rachel Platten today (1000 Ships, specifically)–I was fascinated by the comment that a lot of writing is influenced by what you’re listening to. Definitely do a lot of songs bring me right back to a certain time: Lana del Rey and Foster the People rockets me back to spring semester freshman year, and Kesha’s Die Young puts me back at winter of sophomore year. Bands like Fleet Foxes and Blue Roses remind me of senior year of high school. Ellie Goulding puts me back on a bus in Germany, commuting to and from work, hour long trips into Hamburg.
It’s been a good semester, I wrote to a friend this morning. And it has. I can’t believe it’s already halfway over. I think I am always shocked by how fast time goes by these days. I never feel prepared for how fast everything seems to slip by.