This photo reminds me of being in school, and makes me miss it quite terribly. The first thing that comes to mind is little old me, sitting in Starbucks just after it opened at 7:30 in the morning, Theology book in hand, coffee and cigarette sitting calmly on the table, and my iPod keeping me company. There was nothing quite like it. I abhorred reading Theology, for one because it always required so much re-reading and re-understanding, but I guess it gave me that early morning alone time that I craved for so much.
Those mornings were always the most peaceful parts of my days. I remember how drinking coffee and smoking simultaneously didn’t quite agree in the start (I’d get terribly shaky). My mint Americano, sometimes black, sometimes with just a little breve, didn’t always quite complement my mentholated Marlboros as nicely as I’d hoped, but eventually, they managed to work things out. Before I knew it, having them both at the same time was all I really looked forward to. Studying for tests was suddenly not so bad.
I remember how into K-Pop I was back then. It helped, not understanding a word they said. I could read without stopping (except for the occasional sip or puff), and still have a familiar tune playing in the background. I could never sing along (and lose track of what I was reading) because I never cared enough to get the words. They didn’t make sense, and I liked keeping it that way.
The cold morning breeze, the rare silence (because practically everyone was either still in bed or on their way to school), and that unfamiliar feeling of security despite being alone in the entire cafe… oh, the good days. If I’d ever come up with a list of things I miss about college after all these months of wading and sometimes drowning in the real world, these peaceful, quiet early mornings I spent alone would probably rank among the top three.
This photo reminds me of being in school, and makes me miss it quite terribly. The first thing that comes to mind is little old me, sitting in Starbucks just after it opened at 7:30 in the morning, Theology book in hand, coffee and cigarette sitting calmly on the table, and my iPod keeping me company. There was nothing quite like it. I abhorred reading Theology, for one because it always required so much re-reading and re-understanding, but I guess it gave me that early morning alone time that I craved for so much.
Those mornings were always the most peaceful parts of my days. I remember how drinking coffee and smoking simultaneously didn’t quite agree in the start (I’d get terribly shaky). My mint Americano, sometimes black, sometimes with just a little breve, didn’t always quite complement my mentholated Marlboros as nicely as I’d hoped, but eventually, they managed to work things out. Before I knew it, having them both at the same time was all I really looked forward to. Studying for tests was suddenly not so bad.
I remember how into K-Pop I was back then. It helped, not understanding a word they said. I could read without stopping (except for the occasional sip or puff), and still have a familiar tune playing in the background. I could never sing along (and lose track of what I was reading) because I never cared enough to get the words. They didn’t make sense, and I liked keeping it that way.
The cold morning breeze, the rare silence (because practically everyone was either still in bed or on their way to school), and that unfamiliar feeling of security despite being alone in the entire cafe… oh, the good days. If I’d ever come up with a list of things I miss about college after all these months of wading and sometimes drowning in the real world, these peaceful, quiet early mornings I spent alone would probably rank among the top three.