8am

The Drillfield, if one is to judge
by its name, must have been used for military
drill, back when we still called the school VPI.

This morning, however, most just use it
as an annoyance. Another obstacle between
their warm beds and the early classes

which, if the most are like me, they resent for
causing their alarms to pull them from, at
best, a 6 hour slumber. The bell tower

at the top of the field is playing a song
by the Beatles, either though my watch tells
me that it's 7:52. It seems odd

that it should be playing just for us who so hate
the world right now. About halfway across
a man tries to save me with a green

half-Bible. The earlyness makes it a little easier
to shrug him off and continue towards the math
building, which they have said is shaped

like a compass. I don't really get what
the two things have to do with each other,
it would make at least a little more sense

if that was the shape of whatever building they put
International Studies in. The perfect symmetry of a
compass comes off as confusing rather than

"neat" or "interesting" and I wouldn't have
to deal with it there. While thinking
I've slipped up and by mistake taken

a flier offered from some poor kid whose
club decided he should be here, waiting
for us. Apparently the rowing team

needs more members. "Big surprise" I think
as the flyer flies into the garbage.