Posted on Wednesday, April 13th, 2016 by Mikayla Bergeron
Most Saturdays while I am at school, I wake up and head straight to my local Caribou Coffee for a long study session. I usually arrive between 9:15 and 9:45 a.m. At this time in the morning most college students have not made it out of bed yet and the early birds are about to take off. It is during this period I see the same four people arrive and settle in for the long haul study session with me. I did not start to notice this phenomenon happening until around December of this past school year. Ever since then, I have come to know and count on these four people as my study buddies. For months we have posted up next to one another, hunched over books, each trying to conquer their own battles for that weekend’s work, and downing numerous cups of coffee.
Even though we all may be studying separate subjects, I feel as though we have been rooting for each other to do well, and have been seen showing support through the occasional smile and head nod of “Yeah, I know, I’m struggling too.” With one week left of school for me and another student, their sweatshirt indicating the neighboring college, we all meet once more on Saturday morning and go through the morning pouring over books and computers. As I stand to pack up my bag, a study buddy sitting on the other side of me, takes out an earbud, smiles and says “Go kill those finals, okay?” I reply with a smile and a “Yeah, you too.”