Granville: I sit on a bench and wait for the train with my headphones in, but not listening to any music, just soaking everything in. It was cold but the sun makes it comfortable. The train takes a while to get there but I enjoyed the moments. Sing "A Long December" by Counting Crows in my head. Start scribbling a text.

Thorndale: Send the text. Guy with Minnesota Twins baseball hat walks on the train. We make eye contact one or two times the rest of the ride; I'm still bitter about last season, dude.

Bryn Mawr: Get a text back. Smile. Stare out the window. Search for a song through shuffle that fits my mood. Settle on "Money Worries" by Bedouin Soundclash. Very relaxing.

Berwyn: Jewel Osco and the Neo's lay in the distance. Think about Friday night's adventure. Long exhale.

Argyle: Kid Cudi "My World." I like following the outline of the roofs and imagining myself run across them, leaping from roof to roof. Keeps my brain active.

Lawrence: Look out at the Border's that I wasted an hour in earlier. The Green Mill I've always wanted to perform in. The Riveria where John Butler Trio will perform and I won't be able to see them.

Wilson: The breeze from the doors opening and closing finally start to get to me and my ankles start to get cold. I wish that either Wilson was Truman's Vice President or the other way around so there could be a greater connection with the Wilson El Stop and the Harry S. Truman College that is right there but no dice.

Sheridan: Girl walks on the train who seems familiar but isn't the person I was thinking it was. Oh well, it took me a while to remember she left the state for Spring Break; took a lot longer than it should have to figure that out. "Hate Me" by Blue October.

Addison: Bill Hicks comes up and I've heard his comedy before but I haven't really given it a chance so I listen to what he's saying. Don't pay attention to what's going on in Addison. Lost in my own thoughts.

Belmont: Decide I will switch from shuffle to one of Bill Hicks albums. See a Potbelly's ad. Chuckle to myself. Pass Savor the Flavor, also reminds me of the Neo's.

Fullerton: That cold air hits and I pick up the pace. The yellow light comes up at Sheffield but I plow through it anyway. I start wishing more people were on campus so this place wouldn't look like such a ghost town. Think of cutting through the library but figure its closed like everything else is; I just walk around it like I always do. Cross the quad, swipe my card, unlock my door, fall on my bed, check my phone, fall asleep.