Lunch and Psychology

You’re ravenous after the events of the morning. It’s almost two o’clock, long past when most others have finished up lunch. You head to the dining hall for a quick bite to eat. As expected, the cafeteria is pretty empty by the time you get there, so you grab a plate of food and scroll through your phone while you eat.

After replying to a couple texts from some friends, as well as an intriguing invitation or two from girls that you’re chasing, you start doomscrolling the socials, as one does. Most of your feed consists of memes that pass out of your brain as quickly as they come in, but you eventually see a post from the Stonewall QQs – the Quick Quips, an improv comedy group that, surprise surprise, is hosting an improv comedy night tonight. That sounds like fun. You know of one or two parties happening on campus, but you haven’t quite hit the popularity levels that grant you automatic invites to them, so you jot down the event details in your calendar while you finish up your meal.

There’s about a half hour after lunch before psychology begins. You use the time to get in a quick study session, and then it’s into class, where the usual rapidfire questioning that you’ve become accustomed to in psychology continues. You manage to snag {if PsychStudyCount > 3} three questions, a respectable amount. {elseif PsychStudyCount > 2} two questions, a fair amount. {elseif PsychStudyCount > 1} a single question, missing a gimme or two that you would have gotten had you just studied a bit more. Maybe a wake-up call? {else} no questions at all, missing even the gimmes that you would have gotten had you just studied a bit more. Maybe a wake-up call? {endif} Sarah, for her part, manages to answer four, topping the class. Seeing that satisfied smirk on her face every time she gets one, you’d love to take her down a notch.

Then, before you know it, class is over, and you’re left with a choice. How to spend the rest of your afternoon?