Not surprisingly, some homework is suffering at the expense of this writing exercise. I have too many thoughts, so scholastics take the fall while I try to clear my mind. It won't take long, though. My microbiology midterm tomorrow won't wait.
I'm on the second-floor atrium of the Tanner building; as usual, it's pleasant. A bit echoey. The sounds of running water and the squeaking door above the stairs make a familiar background. It's cloudy out this afternoon, so the ceiling is mostly dull. Yet occasionally, the sun peeks out from the clouds. Its steep angle makes for nice patterns in the shadows of the gridwork under the skylight.
In paying attention to the noises enough to write about them, I have really noticed for the first time the background air sounds. The Tanner is quite square, so I wonder what makes it so whooshy.
The girl talking about economics behind me was supposed to have fluffy curly blonde hair. Not in a stereotype way, just in a normal mental image way. I turned around to get something out of my backpack and she is dark haired with a plaid vest on. It's funny that something like that can throw me off so much—I didn't even realize all this listening and person construction was going on until it was wrong and my brain felt surprised.
This is about as long as I'm able to make this, with class coming up and spreadsheets distracting me. (Spreadsheets are the most dangerous homework pitfall, because I can tell myself it's something productive—yet it's not homework, which has due dates.) I should have done the homework. Ah, well... this setting makes me happy and sometime in the future, I'll be glad I wrote this and get to be back in it.
