And, with only that warning, you realize your one-on-one time must come to an end. There is a third party on the scene.
There are many, many elements of group travel that can be trying, and all of them are conveniently highlighted in one episode: the group meal.
Right? Maybe. But now it’s Dead Week, when Stanford is anything but dead, and you’ve probably realized that the plan you made was pretty unrealistic. It’s not that dinner will have to be 15 minutes; it’s that you’ll have to skip dinner altogether.
Are you an early arriver to class? Or do you rush in breathless, five minutes late? If you’re in the former category, you’ve probably experienced the pre-seminar silence.
How do you say “hi” to that person you’re really happy to see? You can wave, pound fists or flash a big smile and just say something like, “Wow, it is so great to see you!” But in this day and age, only one thing really does the moment justice, capturing the full range of happy sentiments in one action: a hug.
I’ve seen it more and more lately, but I don’t think the phenomenon is at all recent. I’d imagine that, for thousands of years, mankind has both eaten lunch and suggested things that would never occur. The intersection of these events is, of course, the lunch-that-won’t-happen.
Do you think of somebody fashioning a scrapbook with it, complete with artfully pressed flowers, wrinkled paper and, eventually, the smell of years of accumulated dust? Maybe. But if you’re a typical young adult in the 21st century, your first thought might be more relevant to the short term: Will this picture be worthy of a status as my new Facebook profile picture?
When I was proud of a column, I would take extra steps to spread my messages across cyberspace and, in addition to my typical posting in the Daily, I would post my article to my Facebook wall. Once I had copied and pasted the link, hit the return key and confirmed that the link was visible on my wall, I would sit and wait.