those damn masters business students

First of all, this BK4 blog was a fantastic idea. Not only is it a great way to procrastinate from doing homework by reading all the crazy humorous posts that everyone has made, but I hope it’s also a way for some of us to stay connected once we stop residing in the awesome Birnkrant fourth floor.

So today I went to Popovich Café for a late afternoon lunch, as I do at least four times a week (yea Trojan), Brought my laptop to work on my first essay for WRIT 130, which I do think is easier than 140 and I am pretty happy about and don’t hesitate to tell that to others who suffered 140 last semester. Got the usual chicken chipotle sandwich with extra sauce and a blueberry B-monster smoothie to quench my thirst. Since it wasn’t raining (thank god, rain was getting on my nerves after a week and a half, even though I’m from the bay, I still don’t appreciate getting COMPLETELY soaked after I wake up in the morning and trek to evk..) I sat outside. The masters business students were having some sort of get-together just outside of the café area. it was more or less a party where all the students network the hell out of each other, but there were also drinks, which got my attention. People just walked out and into the building holding plastic cups filled with a-a-alcohol. I was tempted to walk in there and help myself, but I realized I look a lot younger than all these grad students who are probably 25 so I resisted temptation and kept working on my essay while listening to some techno beats.

DJ Tiesto’s Kaleidoscope came on as day turned to night, and I went into a pensive mode, looking off into the distance at some parking lot with the partying grad students to my right, the flowing fountain of the café in front of me, and one of SC’s newer and aesthetically pleasing buildings behind me. Damn.. sc is so fucking awesome. I really love it for so many different things, one of them being BK4. It’s almost February and I feel like this semester will go by very fast. There are what.. three and a half months of freshman year left for us. I hope this isn’t the case, but I think my freshman year will be my favorite year of college. I dunno about the rest of you, but I’m going to have the best time I can. Next thing I know I will be out on the streets playing my French horn for strangers passing by hoping I can acquire enough quarters to buy myself dinner.

So there’s a little story of my day and my take on the future. Thanks to all of you of BK4 who have made the dorm atmosphere so accepting and most importantly, fun as hell.

-Deli