Preparing for a quaint row on the Hudson this Friday morning

Friday morning: a time of self-reflection, meditation, and recovery. Before her 8:40 class on Friday, Bwog Staffer Angelica Lagasca explores the blank expanse of the campus and its inhabitants.

An alarm, unyielding: It keeps calling, as if beckoning for its long-lost love. Wake up darling, the alarm screams. No one answers.

A floormate: I open the single-use bathroom door. I find him inside. I leave.

The well-dressed person: Prim, clean, clear-minded. The adornments of suit, tie, scarf, and beige coat are but optional to their essence, which glows of good health and sobriety. I don’t know who they are or what they are doing, but they look like they are doing something right.

A parent and their smol child: They walk down College Walk, the parent in their yellow coat and the playful child by their shins. I am reminded of easier, happier times, when my coats were yellow and not bitter blue, bereaved black, or grief-stricken gray.

A person with bowl from John Jay: They walk out of John Jay, hastily eating out of their red bowl of oatmeal. Consume, my friend, and prosper.

Quietude: It settles gently and steadily, like a blanket. It’s calm, it’s peaceful, it’s eerie—I can hear my own thoughts. I do not want to hear my own thoughts.

A lawnmower, chop-chop-chopping away: The drone of it, thoughtful.

Scabby: OR—endearingly—Ratticus the III, Rattata the Graceful, Rodentius the Powerful. Always there for me when others aren’t. Mi amor, forevermore.

spongebob as leif erikson via Twitter