Non-Humans of Penn, Volume III: A VP Carrel

(1/...) "People come to me at their worst, and, because of that, I've seen a lot. Ever spend twelve hours one-on-one with someone sopping up their tears with multi-grain Cosi bread as they try to understand orgo? I have. Ever have unimaginative expletives carved into your skin while having a hot-n-bitter Mark's latte poured on your lap? Hey same. 

That doesn't even scratch the surface of my day to day, but I like to think it's all worth it–that my silky, oak-tinged walls and easy access outlets help provide the space these humans need to aggressively type, color-code, flashcard, and silent-fart their way to graduation. 

When the clock strikes 11:50, they leave for their sleeping-carels or for my basement brethren. The lights go out, but I'm still here. Waiting."