an open space

irritations that even chocolate croissants can't cure
I am alone and exasperated in a noisy coffee shop, studying a list of 45 exam terms, required that we write a full paragraph defining each battle and philosopher with dates, details, and a clear explanation of its/his/her historical significance, so my teacher can randomly pick a mere 12 of them, in which we choose to define 5. That eliminates 40 terms that I've spent the last few hours writing lengthy paragraphs on, and digging frantically in my minimal notes for any scrap of useful information. Especially when I work all afternoon in the marketing department, and til' early morning for Collegian. If my blog involved me expressing myself without any sort of filter (which my roommate Emily tells me I still often let too much strain through), I would be calling my college education filthy names that are offensive to women.