It’s Monday. Though Monday isn’t my least favorite day of the week (that title belongs to either Tuesday or Thursday), they’re still a major drag. Still two full weeks until spring break? Two midterms next week? Let’s get this over with, already.
So I thought I’d share something my neighbor and I witnessed last night. Because I almost died laughing. And hopefully you do, too. (Except please don’t die. I can’t carry that burden.)
Last night, C and I were in the study lounge in our dorm working on homework. This random kid came in and started playing the piano — except “playing” is a very loose term here. He wasn’t playing. He was banging. Like, I don’t think he played anything that even resembled a legit melody.
This went on for a while. There were a few people in the study lounge when this kid started playing, and he managed to clear everyone except C and me. (We, meanwhile, were sitting on the couches silently cracking up.)
And then he left, just as abruptly and randomly as he came.
C and I continued working on our homework and about ten minutes later, he came back. And started playing again. And singing. We have no idea what he was saying, but it was the same style as his playing. (As in, there was none.)
I don’t think he knew we were sitting on the other side of the room, because he turned around at one point and seemed incredibly surprised to see us. We applauded. He played one more song, and then ran out of the room.
Could I focus on my paper after that? Of course not.