I love the Benny Barista.

I have 8:30 classes every day, so my typical morning routine involves attempting to not kill myself by falling out of bed (I have my bed lofted as high as possible, and absolutely no grace or sense of self preservation), running to the showers, and then trying my best to look alive. Nine times out of ten I end up checking my mail on Zimbra while drinking tea and blow drying my hair. College: that which makes you multitask.

It’s a system that works, but that doesn’t really leave me with much time to ponder the big questions of life, the universe, and everything (bonus points if you get the reference): like what day of the week it is.

Luckily on Fridays the Benny Barista is there to greet me when I return from Traditional East Asian Societies. Always in the lobby, I met him on the first day when I, in my infinite freshman wisdom, had left my key behind and had no way to get into my pod. Not only did he make me some excellent hot chocolate, he also walked me down to my dorm. That, ladies and gentlemen, is the definition of wonderful.

There’s something great about coming back from class on a Friday, having a cup of hot chocolate, sitting down on your pod couch, realizing suddenly that it’s Friday, the most glorious of all days, and knowing that you can take a quick breather before you have to start getting things done again.

I’ve been antsy all week due to inability to actually run (Hamstring=hatred. There is a reason why the alliteration works!), and so I’m ready for the weekend here at SVC.

The PAC meet is tomorrow, and I highly recommend coming out to see the men and women’s XC team tearing up the fitness trail. Really, there is no better form of entertainment. I still don’t know if I’m running—a part of me feels like I’m being a punk if I don’t, and the other, more rational side of me tells me that I’m traveling at the speed of an elderly turtle and that my leg can’t take much more abuse. Oh well. I’ll figure it out.

In any case, though, I think the students at SVC should really look into tailgating at an XC meet. I mean, really: why not?