Glad It’s Not Me
I just stopped in the College’s Mac lab: it’s a scene of devastation. The woman in front of me is sitting at one of the three iMac/scanner workstations, and she’s typing as fast as I’ve ever heard anyone go. A few moments ago, another student asked if she could use the scanner, and received the snarly reply, “No. I have a paper due in 20 minutes. Go find another lab.” Surrounding the surly woman are the remains of the night: a closed iBook, a beaten-up Domino’s pizza box, at least a dozen Wrigley’s Doublemint wrappers, a full 24-oz. Nalgene, an empty 20-oz. Mountain Dew, and three to-go coffee cups - small, medium, and oceanic.
I’m glad my all-nighters are rare and child-related.
