Library, 7:25 pm on a Friday night

I wish I could stop feeling so self-conscious about having no intention to leave this place for a while. My mod is about as as messy as my head, and the library is clean and neat. The fluorescent lighting feels institutional in a good way. I don't know if there are any parties happening tonight, and I don't really want to go to them. It's not that I'm becoming a homebody, because I plan on going dancing every night when I'm in London next semester, I think I'm just over Hampshire parties for a while. They're crowded and full of people I don't know. Also it's awkward when I do see someone I know and it's too loud to talk to them. If I see someone I don't know in the library, it's okay to share a table as long as you mind your own business. My headphones are helping me out with that. I'm listening to music from the 90s that I vaguely remember.

Thank goodness I've got nothing planned for tomorrow. The past two days have just been packed. I am so ready to spend the whole day at Amherst Coffee with my laptop and just work on this midterm I have due Tuesday. Hopefully I can knock it out in one day. But it's for a psych class, and I'm really getting sick of it. So much of it is too open-ended, which is good but I can't say I'm not relieved to have my history class right after this one every time. It's like I go from "what is power? we don't know" to "this is an event. this is what happened because of that event." Very refreshing. History is fascinating, and I like that it has a balance of theory and extrapolating, as well as concrete facts. There is so much resilience in it as well. Events that happened so long ago are still present in discourse because people worked hard to preserve the records of these events. It just reeks of passion.

Writing all this makes me even less excited about this psych midterm paper. When will I learn that psych courses at Hampshire=endless theory or endless neuroscience? Probably never.