i found out that there is one thing infinitely worse than pulling an all-nighter, and that is pulling an all-nighter and having nothing to show for it.
it’s ridiculous how much time i’ve spent in the robot lab these past few days, time that i think is unknown about and unappreciated by my research partner. and the embarrassing, infuriating part is that i feel that in the end, i still failed.
around seven or eight in the morning, i finally decided to go home. it felt simultaneously terrible and like the greatest relief.
the rest of the building looked beautiful, striking. there wasnt a single other person in sight in the entire atrium. it was empty, waiting.
it was drizzling, and the sky was a bright gray when i stepped out. i walked slowly, my umbrella bobbing up and down. i listened to the sounds of rain drops hitting the top of umbrella. i looked at the clouds and the tops of the buildings which are old fashioned and steepled. the walk home was one of the most peaceful i’ve ever had.