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I get back to my building and reach into my back pocket. I dig for the fob that opens the front door, but can't find it. Each pocket gets patted in anticipation of the familiar key-jingle noise, but I don't hear it.

I wait for someone else to come into the building and I take the elevator up. There are two sliding glass doors that lead from the living room to the patio, and I sometimes leave one unlocked by accident. Hopeful, I shuffle to the first door and try it. Locked. I look inside and see the glow of my bedroom lights.

It's November, which wouldn't mean much in Austin if it weren't for the cold front we're dealing with. I move on to the next door, and it's also locked.

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I woke up at noon to a phone call from my friend. "Where are you?" I was supposed to meet her for waffles. "Well apparently I slept through my eleven o'clock class." So I missed the opportunity to get waffles with my friend and I had to email my paper to my professor, but it was sunny out (although very cold), I had no other classes, and I was going to have a good day.

I put on the same pants I wore yesterday and ate an ice cream sandwich for breakfast. I needed to go to the math tutoring center on campus and to get help with calculus. I have a midterm next Wednesday, and I still feel like I'm miles behind. The student who was tutoring me today was by far the most helpful tutor I've ever had at the center. I feel much better about my upcoming test, and I was able to do the homework by myself after I got back to my dorm. I grabbed a coffee on my way back to the room and stopped by the mail center to pick up the Seahawks Super Bowl poster I had ordered.

For lunch I ate peanut butter and nutella on Wheat Thins, and I worked on finishing up my homework for math and Spanish. I took a break to talk to my roommate and some of our friends, and at around six-thirty I went to dinner. For dinner I had chicken pasta, because everything they serve in our dining hall is chicken.

I took my time at dinner, eating for an hour an a half with some friends and then chatting with another group for forty-five minutes. It was almost nine by the time I got back to my dorm room, and most of my friends were getting ready to go out. It's the last weekend before Spring Break, and everyone wants to go out since they won't be here for a couple weekends. I sat in the hallway and talked to my floor mates while I finished up my Spanish homework. At around ten I fifteen I sent my friends off to their party. "Make good choices!" I joked, and waved goodbye as the elevator doors close.

Now I'm sitting here, alone in my dorm room. Not because I don't have anyone to hang out with, there are plenty of people around who didn't go out, but because once in a while it's nice to sit back after a long-ass week, enjoy the peace and quiet, and maybe watch a few movies.

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