My rainy day

So much French to do and it's already 9:41 pm.
I had a good day, after my Healthcare class I went to Emerson college. I've been meaning to become an impostor at other colleges and now it has begun. An interesting day, it was pouring as I walked from one side of Boston to a completely new part (Boston Commons to South Station), and with raindrops trickling down my forehead and pants drenched to the thigh. People passed burdened by temperamental umbrellas and I (without hood, completely drenched) smiled and made eye contact. So many bewildered smiles answered. Then I kept asking people (2 or 3) if there was a way to get to Massachussets Ave. As far as I knew I was in the completely wrong place, but on the off chance I wanted to walk all the way back to Harvard Sq.
The students at Emerson are definitely artsy, I saw more students passing along the corner than I ever see at Tufts. I settled at a window booth at the Emerson Cafe, after ordering a Cafe Au Lait, which the barista chose for me after some discussion. I don't like cafe au lait's (I'd tried one once with Rachel), but she'd chosen it specifically for me so I felt obliged to order it. Students passed, often with just a single notebook tucked beneath their jacket and a pen in hand (in mouth in one girl's case). Their eyes reflected driven artists and they were an inspiring bunch to watch, even as I listened to a girl behind me (in the cafe) complain about the "crap" education they were receiving, she planned to transfer to a liberal arts school. Anyways, I conversed at one point with a prospective student and his mother, explained I was a school-hopper from Tufts (they seemed confused), gave them some decent thoughts on Boston and the colleges, and warned them against Berkelee (one day I'll explain).
Interesting day, exhausting. Now on to French.