Two Bagels and a Coffee
In my mind, there’s no better place to toil away for hours on schoolwork than a local coffee shop. The indiscriminate chatter, high-pitched machinery, and mellow soundtracks are, oddly enough, all conducive to my ability to concentrate, so the raucous ambience is always a welcomed familiarity. Additionally, there’s the unspoken camaraderie of the other patrons—elderly folk who spend their time knitting, curious children who never seem to run out of questions, and fellow students who often appear to be suffering just as much as I am. All of it is favorably ordinary.