March Break...

I admit I slept in this morning.

Not that late though.

It's now 1:16pm and I feel like I've already been up for ages.

If you're wondering, I got up at 10am.

but

only because I slept at 2am. So I think that's a good excuse.

On Saturdays, the dining hall has a lazy feeling. There is less chatter, less students and food is less appetizing. Orange juice cartons are always frozen on Saturday mornings.

Not completely. But thawed just enough to sound like a slushy when I shake the carton. I also found a piece of hair in my pasta at lunch. That's exciting. At this point, nothing that has to do with food on the weekends can surprise me now.

As I head out to Hart House to study. The back field is crawling with guys in blue shirts running around and throwing footballs in the snow covered grass.

Not to mention that they have music blasting from a bright blue Buick that has its doors thrown open.

I keep walking towards Hart House and one of the guys walks past me.

Tall.
Asian.
and wearing a frat shirt.

That explains everything.

As I keep walking, music becomes ridiculously loud as I'm passing the car.

I hear you.
No need to be so arrogant.

I finally walk into Hart House and expect to find the quiet, soothing, babbling noise usually found there. Instead, as I open the door to step inside, a campus tour guide walks out. I let her pass by and as I prepare to step inside, two more people come out and then two more and more and more people until her whole tour group is outside the side doors and in the archway. Blocking the entrance.

And I am still standing there, waiting to take two steps to go inside.

Awkward...

When they finally move aside to let me in, I stop by the side of the narrow hallway to let another tour group pass by.

As I walk to the Map Room, a third is stopped in the middle of the hallway.

And I'm thinking
it must be March Break.