To The Boys In My 8 am…

Every Tuesday and Thursday morning my alarm blares as I groggily fumble around looking for my iPhone, squinting at the bright screen in search of the snooze button. I continue my morning routine, shuffling into the kitchen to pour myself a bowl of Honey-Nut-Cheerios, and then plopping onto the couch to watch New Day on CNN.

After breakfast I’ll scramble to get ready, stop at my favorite cafe for a medium mocha iced latte with whole milk, and then rush off to my first class, Mosaics II, by 8 a.m. Despite its focus on humanities and literature, Mosaics usually isn’t one of my favorite classes. (The early start time doesn’t help either.) I typically struggle to keep my eyes open as we study “The Classics,” doodling in my notebook and finishing off whatever is left of my chocolatey, sweet latte.

But this morning was different…

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