Sciences

My last semester feels like one long trip to the diner in the plaza near my school. I arrived at opening time and stayed past midday, converting coffee into urine til I had one of my two afternoon summer classes. So religious was my schedule that my friends saw the inside of Génoise et Thé far more times than they would have liked. One of them, the only classmate taking both fourth year population biology and first year film studies, was always staring out the window and sighing. So many times I heard the slide of her voice, performed well enough to pass for natural, that I have lost the ability to think of a sigh as anything other than a testament to her, our frequent brunches, the lost time and sunken dollars.