Let me get a coffee to keep me awake during class.
The line is so long.
It’s OK. I have time…But why is this barista SO slow?!
I’m feeling a little better now. Coffee!
Wait, all of the high tables are taken:
Just stay calm. Calm down.
Happy thoughts. Happy thoughts. It’s not the end of the world, right? This is so a first world problem. Let’s problem solve, we’re in grad school. Maybe a low table?
Wait…they’re all taken too. Well, there is one spot open, but the other 3 just look mean.
Starting to panic. I’ve walked back and forth like 5 times now. People are starting to notice how awkward I look. It’s sad. Starting to feel a bit emotional
But like, WHY aren’t there any seats? Bad thoughts. Bad thoughts.
Here she comes. My inner demon is breaking the hell out.
And now my group MMS for 505 is blowing up. I don’t have time right now! Stop buzzing!
And now whatsherface just walked by and waved.
I’m about to go 50 shades of crazy.
Hold up a second. I don’t need to sit with these people.
I’m going to go sit under a tree and enjoy the Earth and this beautiful SoCal weather. I am blessed.
Shit! I didn’t do my broadcast script.
My print class is teaching me how to do wonderful things.
Peace and love people.