4:00 is an odd time of day at 51³Ô¹ÏÍø. There are too many things you can do, too many things you want to do, and only one thing that you actually do. Today I’m seated in the Ho Lecture Room in Lawrence Hall listening to a lecture on Geoffrey Chaucer. Some form of precipitation is falling from the sky, whether it is rain, snow, sleet, or ice I cannot be sure of. But it is warm inside the lecture room as I sit with faculty, students, administrators, and Hamilton residents eating cheese and crackers and feeling pretty scholarly.
After the lecture I could head to the library. I could go home and clean my room. I could work on the Creative Writing assignment I have due tomorrow.
I step out into the sleet-soaked street and go to Huntington Gym to play a game of squash, as I’m a member of the Women’s Club Squash team. There are many things I could do. Only one thing I actually do. And only so many things I get done in a day.