Coffee Shop Thoughts

13435353_1078890355533175_1521364696917798361_nI spend many an hour at Columbia’s local coffee shop; Drip. It’s a part of my Tuesday regimen to sit here and work on assignments until I brave trekking about campus for my evening class.
I find peace in nursing a lone cup of coffee or tea while I work on schoolwork and engage in the occasional conversation with a complete stranger; something that had you asked me four months ago to do, I would’ve ran away in the most pathetic way possible.
I’ve encountered a homeless man who wished to know my stance on meatloaf (spoiler: I’ve never had meatloaf), another homeless man who sings about fruits and veggies. The song goes something like this:
“Fruits and veggies growing in my yard
Fruits and veggies OHMAGAWD
Fruits and veggies HALLELUJAH”
I know I missed a line in there somewhere, he hasn’t graced me with his presence today so my “Fruits and Veggies” recollection is quite vague.
I run into professors grading exams. I wonder if they get as nervous to grade exams as us students get to take them.
There’s always the single caffeine-driven sorority girl sitting in the corner, probably wondering how she got here and why she stayed.
I often see nurses still in their brightly colored scrubs, I bet they saved some lives today.
Then there’s many like me – regular, low-grade students working on ample amounts of school work, running on a ridiculously low amount of sleep.
I guess the point is, while I’ve managed to exile myself upon my move to Columbia, I’ve maintained coming here and I’m glad I have, because you never know what you’re going to get on any given day. It’s helped me realize that talking to people isn’t as scary as I used to think it was and I don’t need to have a panic attack when faced with new people. It’s a place where you can show up in the most ridiculous attire possible and someone will more than likely compliment you on it. There’s something special about that. Plus they never kick me out, even after many hours of being on their wi-fi network. If you’re ever in the area, or if you’re a local whose never been to Drip, get off your booty and go order a caramel espresso milkshake, you’ll thank me.
Always & Forever,
Destinee

What did I listen to while writing this? “Dizzy On The Comedown” – Turnover

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  1. As a former Adjunct instructor for 9 years, exams were a nerve racking experience. I would relish a day to sit and drink coffee, so I am a bit jealous. Looking forward to your future posts.

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