People make a fuss over what professor teaches which class, never realizing what makes one lecture okay and another torture: the chairs.
I.V. Theater, Campbell Hall and HSSB all have nice, comfy chairs. They’re learning lounges, where the knowledge washes over you in your slumber.
Then there’s the academic churches like Buchanan, where the chairs are hard plastic, reach about halfway up your back and stab you if you doze. Only the penitent students shall pass.
I take the floor. It numbs the ass, but it’s familiar.
Thursday’s forecast: Highs around three and a half feet, lows closer to the ground.