Exam week really took me away from any form of reality that wasn't a word document.
On the last day of exams, my suitemates and I found ourselves done with the last of our papers quite late in the morning. Though we had the option of just sleeping all day until we moved out, we heard word of something that motivated us to wake up earlier than socially acceptable:
The dining hall was going to serve bacon, and it was worth waking up at 7:30 for it. Eyes crusty, pants in their most pajama'd state, we strolled into the dining hall like bad-ass demi-gods who needed to feast on some human equivalent to their divine parent's meals of ambrosia and nectar.
It was a good way to break up with the dining hall after our problematic year-long relationship. We'll probably make up again in a couple months after my summer flings with various Coney Islands get tiresome.