The CS major has been busting my balls the entire time I’ve been at Western, and I have a feeling things aren’t going to change anytime soon. Another rainy fucking blustery November day and I’m in my orange raincoat headed for the computer lab once again. I have class later and I still don’t know the material. I enter Neztra Hall and head down the stairs to the lab, my blundstones squeaking on the tiled floor.
I open the door to the lab and it’s rather empty for this time of day. I walk through the aisles of computers and students working in their masks, some unmasked, always somebody unmasked, and head towards the dark corner of the room where the overhead lights seemed to have gone out. I actually prefer working in the darkness compared to the painful light of the incandescent bulbs of our administration which only work to burn my corneas and make me feel like someone is always watching me over my shoulder.