By the time this past weekend hit I was exhausted. Probably because I was sleep deprived from my
36 hour California visit the weekend before.
Also, I discovered that on Monday I had missed the opportunity for test
corrections in Bio, and I had missed a reading quiz in my UCOR class. I wasn’t very thrilled about the fact that I
wouldn’t be able to make up either of them.
Then on Wednesday I talked to my Daddy on the phone for an hour during
the time I should have gone to one of my classes…the week dragged on and on
until I finally came to the end of it.
Since it was President’s Day weekend nearly everyone left to
go home. Even people out of state left
to go home, leaving me wishing that I had planned to go home. Home
is a thrilling word when you seem to be alone.
Except I wasn’t.
There were still people staying on the floor and in the dorm for the
weekend, so it was just a matter of finding something to do and I didn’t feel
like leaving to go anywhere. I ended up
walking down to the gym to go to the last home basketball game of the season
(which we won) and the night was still fairly young after that ended.
About midway through the game I brought up the idea with
Taylor of heading back to the dorm after the game, putting our pajamas on, making tea, and
reading. She thought it sounded
like an excellent idea, so that is exactly what we did.
In fact, we ended up turning it into a floor activity and
inviting anyone else from the floor that hadn’t gone home for the weekend. We turned the lounge into a comfy reading
space by placing the couches and chairs around one of the tables. We turned off the bright ceiling lights and
instead used various lamps to create warmer lighting. And we all brought a comfy blanket to curl up
with.
The night ended up being incredibly relaxing and exactly
what I needed. I drank quite a few cups
of tea, ate more biscotti than I should have, and even snacked on some
popcorn. Plus I managed to get several
more chapters into the second book of the Hunger Games Trilogy.
Occasionally someone would ask a question or say something that
would spark conversation, but we would quickly continue reading once again. One of the girls joined us and
painted her nails while another crocheted and a third did homework. In totally there were about 9 of us that
stayed in there for a couple of hours doing.
I was sitting on a couch between the two Taylors on our
floor. The sophomore sat to my left and
the freshman (my best friend) to my right.
At one point Taylor, to my right, turned and asked, “Do you always gulp
your tea so loudly?”
Everyone stopped reading and started laughing, while I
smiled. “Yes?” I replied, confused.
I didn’t realize that I swallow loudly. Or gulped
for that matter.
Apparently I do, and apparently it’s loud enough for her to
hear and for it to be distracting.
I guess that makes me a tea gulper of sorts.
How… unladylike.
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