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Sep. 30th, 2021 11:58 pmIt's both easier and harder than Dani would have expected to adjust to going back to school again. In all fairness, she thinks that probably makes sense, given how checked out she was that last semester (to say the very least) and how long she dragged her heels on starting classes again here, but it's what she keeps coming back to. She's both grateful for the routine of it and overwhelmed by the work involved, alternately accomplished and feeling like she's in way over her head. At least it helps, too, to be taking classes she already took once. Having barely started her doctorate back home, it made more sense to pick up with that from the beginning rather than trying to retain what little she got through before. She'll refresh her memory, get back into the swing of things, and hopefully this time not have to deal with any family tragedies that send her into a months-long depression.
At least she can't lose what's already been lost. She's not sure if that's comforting or not.
With her classes for the day over, she decides on a whim to stop at the little coffeeshop on campus. It's no less crowded than the Ahab's by her apartment, really, but she would rather get something caffeinated now than wait, more worn out than she probably should be for not having done much besides take notes. Latte in one hand and a paper bag containing a muffin in the other, her bag slung over her shoulder, she juggles her belongings to get the door open and step back outside, catching sight of Elio a little ways off once she does.
"Hey!" she calls, muffin-holding hand lifting in a little wave. It's been a little while, but she's always glad to see him, in no small part because she's never stopped being grateful for his help the day she got here. "You're not in a hurry, are you?"
At least she can't lose what's already been lost. She's not sure if that's comforting or not.
With her classes for the day over, she decides on a whim to stop at the little coffeeshop on campus. It's no less crowded than the Ahab's by her apartment, really, but she would rather get something caffeinated now than wait, more worn out than she probably should be for not having done much besides take notes. Latte in one hand and a paper bag containing a muffin in the other, her bag slung over her shoulder, she juggles her belongings to get the door open and step back outside, catching sight of Elio a little ways off once she does.
"Hey!" she calls, muffin-holding hand lifting in a little wave. It's been a little while, but she's always glad to see him, in no small part because she's never stopped being grateful for his help the day she got here. "You're not in a hurry, are you?"
