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 […]
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