If I can't take my coffee break, something within me dies.
Senior year midterms have turned me into a statistical anomaly. According to Flower Child (who is usually right about these things) studies have shown that if you do not form a coffee addiction by the end of your Sophomore year of college (or around the age of 19) you are statistically very unlikely to ever do so. Well, my friends, I'm apparently very good at being the exception to the rules. Freshman and Sophomore year, I did not like and would not drink coffee. When I did try it, I didn't like the way I felt on it. Junior year, I got to the point that I would drink some sort of sugary coffee beverage, like a frappe, if I was in some sort of desperate need, such as Tech Week, but over the course of the year I had maybe ten cups of coffee. But Midterms broke me and now I, at the ripe old age of 23 and in my Senior year of college, had my first coffee craving today. It was so bad that I had to ask Flower Child and Sweaters to bring me some at work. And they did. And they're lovely. I still can't say I like the stuff or how I feel on it, but I've kind of been existing on it for the past several days. And, let me tell you, I am a much more pleasant person post roommate delivered coffee than I was pre. The real question is whether this will just be a midterm habit or if I've unfortunately become a true addict. Either way, I feel like I'm now one step further along the insane path of academia. Because if you sleep instead of drink coffee, you can't be a real scholar.
Either that or I'm one step further down the path of becoming Rory Gilmore. Next step, Yale?
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