Math groupie

[shadesong]

We have a department groupie. We think.

This kid comes in every morning at 8:30. He sits down on the department sofa. He takes out a textbook and reads. Occasionally he wanders around the sofa area. And at 9:30, he leaves. He just likes to spend an hour in the department lobby. I have no clue, man. He must really like math.

Comments

[gothwalk.livejournal.com]

Has your campus got common rooms, society rooms, or other hanging out places where a lonely new arrival can sit for a while before the first class at 9:30? Cos if not, I'd bet that's why he's there - nowhere else to go.

Alternately, he fancies you. :)

[shadesong.livejournal.com]

Lots of rooms. And a very nice seating area downstairs near the classrooms.

[gothwalk.livejournal.com]

Well, in that case, I suggest you have yendi come sit on your desk for a day. ;)

[branwynelf.livejournal.com]

Probably more along the lines of his ride has to drop him off at that time or else he has to find another way to campus and he has no idea where else to go to kill time til class.

I did this when I was in college - 'cept the History Dept had an actual reading room and there was almost always someone else in hanging out I could talk with - when I wasn't frantically reviewing for an exam that is.

[voltbang.livejournal.com]

I'd go with the groupie theory. When the professors come out to go to class does he throw his hands in the air and scream, or maybe just quietly faint?

My other theory has him being a secret agent. He's not studying, he's taking notes on precisely what time members of the department come and go, according to the time on his fine swiss watch, calibrated according to the national atomic clock at VahShushling Observatory. As each professor leaves he makes a note, in a college ruled notebook covered in rich corinthian leather, tanned using the dry salt method, with a Cross pen (loaded with the finest indigo ink) purchased from an Indian immigrant at a stationary shop on Bond Street in London. At 9:30, observations made, he quietly slips away, walking quickly but not breaking a sweat as he proceeds to his italian mistresses apartment, just off campus. When he arrives he slides the stainless steel key into the fine swiss lock, and swings open the solid oak door, to find Isabella waiting for him....

Sorry, Ian Flemming showed up. I had to chase him away with a stick. Just a stick. Not hand crafted or anything.

[docwebster.livejournal.com]

A student actually interested in math instead of marathon Unreal Tournament sessions? Perish and forfend!

[ilexx.livejournal.com]

maybe he's a spy. a secret agent. he's scopin the place for something.

[elorie.livejournal.com]

I always found some locations more conducive to thought than others. I used to sit on the stair landing in the fine arts building at Agnes Scott, and I liked the bridge between the two sections of the library at GSU.