maryka gillis

Breathe In, Breathe Out

Sophomore Biology major, third floor Barnes. 10:15 a.m., third Thursday, Block 4.

I’m sitting at my usual table next to two people I’ve known since freshman year and one that I met this block. My professor is lecturing, just like every other day. I’ve been here since 9 a.m., with a quick five-minute break at 10, a little early for a break, but nothing crazy. It occurs to me, though, that I’ll be sitting here for the next hour and 45 minutes straight. In this room. In this seat. Without moving.


I am writing this from one of two coffee shops, not including the six Dunkin’ Donuts, in my small outside-of-Boston hometown. Like so many CC students, my hometown is 45 minutes outside of the city, so my freshman year I said I’m from “Boston” until I was challenged frequently enough with, “From, like, Boston-Boston, or from outside of Boston?”