Coffee Daze

I think that when I look back on the year one of the things I’ll miss most in hours that fly by over coffee and chit chat. The University of Bradford’s heart beat is a little café called Jasmines.

At the counter I order my standard Americano, at which point the smiling server quips back “don’t you mean Canadiano” in his thick Yorkshire accent- to which I always laugh at as I snatch another piece of broken cookie from the sample plate. I sit in my favorite spot in one of the round armchairs in the far corner, from which I can watch the café buzz over the top of the book I’m suppose to be reading. From this vantage point I can watch the university drift around in its little eddy.

In one corner the PHd students will be talking ever so seriously. In another, the Japanese girls are laughing. Professors walk in and out, before students can bombard them with questions. My fellow peace studies students mull over current events and the daily cross word puzzle. Nobody seems in a rush, and the only stress factor is the essay we are suppose to be working on but are talking about instead. The circle of arm chairs I sit in is like a game of musical chairs – whenever one person gets up there is someone else to sit down and renew the conversation. I have a feeling that if I just sat here long enough, the cycle of people would continue to repeat itself. But I noticed two hours have past with no productive work being accomplished, so I reluctantly pack up my books and head to class.