i am on the verge, people
I am seated in the student union. I came here to work on homework, as many students do. There's always a little white noise here: the sound of the elevators humming, plastic bags rustling in the bookstore, soft chatter from students engaged in club meetings - and, of course, the tapping of laptop keys. But occasionally, there is the noise that is decidedly non-ambient. Sometimes the noise is brief: a blender whirring at the coffee shop, or someone dropping a textbook. These are tolerable - understandable, even. Such noises are unavoidable in many cases. Now let me fill you in on my current position. Upon walking into the union, I chose a booth. Not because I'm picky about comfortable seating, but because this is one of the few tables that have electrical outlets nearby - and in true Sophie fashion, I have forgotten to charge my laptop. I unloaded my books and set to work taking notes on this week's material: geostationary satellites and the history of the internet and an