Walking to my car after a late class, there is much more opportunity for observation than during the day. Two girls walk by me, boots knocking against the concrete sidewalk, having a conversation about resumes. It’s one of the most professional conversations I’ve heard all day. The snow from Winter Storm Jonas is slowly melting, but the crunching of what snow is left is a comforting sound. I’m still waiting for that snow day. I unlock my car door, dinging alerting me that it’s open. I start my car and hear it slightly hesitate before turning over, shaking off the chill from the night. Driving through campus is quiet, even for Athens. I don’t here much beyond my tires navigating the bumpy bricks of Court Street. It’s Wednesday so the bars aren’t
