So Thus...

The morning of a librarithon/studyfest is a series of lasts. Last time you look at your sleeping roommate. Last non-Powerbar meal. Last breath of fresh air.

When I did this in winter, it was cold and I was grateful for the anonymity of headphones standing in the wind and snow in front of the library doors. This time, I paced from entrance to entrance, and the waiting crowd was chatty, groups of twos and threes. There were birds were twitting their early mornings out and the daffodils, though snow-beaten, were fragrant.

It reminds me of how much I used to like waking up early for high school or early morning janitorial. The way my mind works in the early morning: quiet (hell is other people at breakfast, as the saying goes), plodding, thoughtful. What first period classes did I have? AP European history. Food Fads. What else? Strangely, I can only remember my second period classes--physiology, sign language, art history. Maybe my mind doesn't work so wonderfully in the morning as I think. But it is a lovely feeling, nonetheless.

Comments

No way art history was 2nd. It was so sunny. And I already was awake (2nd was always a stretch) and student government was 3rd. Was it 4th?
Makayla Steiner said…
Augh. You morning people. Do you know what classes I remember best? Seminary, student council, Sports med, and gym. All after 4th period. Lol.
mlh said…
No, it was second--because I used to bring leftovers from food fads to class. Wait. Maybe that was yearbook...all those C-wing classes...
J Rock said…
Yearbook was definitely second period in Junior year.

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