Here I am. At a coffee shop. Studying. Well, now I'm writing. But about two seconds ago I was working on a project for one of my major classes. I'll turn it in Monday as a sort of final. I can't tell you how many times I have found myself in a similar position: sitting at a petite table with a couple of friends-- our books scattered everywhere, several computers crammed onto a tiny table where we are all trying to check assignments off of our to-do lists.
Some of my best memories have occurred in coffee shops like this one. Over the years I have laughed, cried, and totally been forced to rearrange my thinking based upon the conversations with people I've sat down with just to have a chat. And it's funny, right now I am sitting with two of my closest friends who happen to be the girls I started studying with at random coffee shops during my freshmen year.
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So, while I was working really hard right next to you, you were writing a blog? I can't believe it! ;)
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