Dangers of being
It is Wednesday night - or should I say Thursday morning - around 1:30 a.m. I emerge from an empty classroom in Bryan Hall where I had sequestered myself for upwards of six hours studying for a symbolic logic exam. All I want to do is get home and get home quickly, but I did not drive because I did not want to pay for parking at the Central Grounds Garage. I look for a bus, trolley - anything to get me to my warm apartment. But it is well past 1 a.m. and everything has stopped running. I search for other options.