Somewhere in the Benson

     The bell just rang, the other students are scrambling out of their straight-back desk chairs, flowing through the doors, flooding the hallways and speeding to their next class. Or they're not, depends on their motivation for their studies. Somewhere in the Benson.

     This chair is uncomfortable, of course exactly what the professors want. Just the thing to keep the students awake for the hour-long lecture. I'd honestly rather be sitting on the floor. Flat, hard, carpeted, yet soft floor. Funny how that's the most comfortable thing in here, the floor. Somewhere in the Benson.
     The teacher's about to come in, I should probably put this computer away, but I kind of want to be stuck in my own mind today, and just write. Besides, that's what this class is for, anyway. Somewhere in the Benson.

     Then it's on to Media Writing, one of my favorite classes. I already had that professor for something over the summer. Kind of laid-back, and way funny and friendly, but he wants you to work hard. That's okay though, because for me anyway, when something is funny it's motivating. Somewhere in the McKay.