I pulled another all-nighter, having tried to cram about 4 days of notes into 9 hours. I sigh and head down to the cafeteria, still in my pajama pants and wearing my blue light glasses.

It’s 5:35 a.m. and there’s 18 to 20 other people in the cafeteria. A few in booths, some by outlets for their computers, others half asleep and slumped against the back of their chair.

I get one of their crappy iced coffees and start finding a place to sit.