Sidewalk Pharmacy
Last night was a party. I didn't really get started on my Fourier homework until about 7:00, and by 7:15 I realized I'd be lucky if I were still awake for the MuCC meeting at 10:00. I was exhausted. So I sat my desk staring at the Fourier problems and not really doing any of them for quite a while, then decidedly gave up on accomplishing the math that was due the next day, and collapsed on my bed. Back from the MuCC meeting at about 10:30, I had just enough time to start contemplating how to do the first part of problem 1 before free tacos were served in the courtyard at 11:00. 11:30 is as good a time as any to start an assignment that's due the next day, and as tired as I'd been earlier that evening, I was wide awake at 11:30. I worked on Fourier until 5:30 in the morning, my philosophy being that I'd get the work done then, and sleep during the day on Friday. I was sitting on my green couch in the hall because Natt had long since gone to sleep, and down the hall I could hear various frosh talking about whatever it is frosh talk about at 2:30 on a Friday morning. Gradually the voices died away, and eventually I was only soul awake in Case. I'd just figured out how to do the only problem I had left, when some of the hall lights abruptly shut off, triggered by the encroaching dawn. Left in the dark I thought, "That's my cue. I'll finish writing this up tomorrow," and finally went to bed.
Today after another delicious and nutritous lunch at Harvey Mudd's Hoch-Shanahan Dining Commons, I was hanging around the West courtyard admiring the simultaneously very artistic and very tasteless drawings of prehistoric creatures, certain parts of the male anatomy, and prehistoric creatures with oversized certain parts of the male anatomy rendered on the pavement in chalk. In a beat-up box over by the east wall there was a sizable collection of unopened, unexpired medicines, which I decided to raid. I made off with a bottle of Neosporin, a dozen DayQuil gel caps, a bar of soap, a package of dental floss, a bag of Hall's menthol cough drops, and an entire bottle of Tylenol. What a score!
Today after another delicious and nutritous lunch at Harvey Mudd's Hoch-Shanahan Dining Commons, I was hanging around the West courtyard admiring the simultaneously very artistic and very tasteless drawings of prehistoric creatures, certain parts of the male anatomy, and prehistoric creatures with oversized certain parts of the male anatomy rendered on the pavement in chalk. In a beat-up box over by the east wall there was a sizable collection of unopened, unexpired medicines, which I decided to raid. I made off with a bottle of Neosporin, a dozen DayQuil gel caps, a bar of soap, a package of dental floss, a bag of Hall's menthol cough drops, and an entire bottle of Tylenol. What a score!