There’s a certain part of my school’s building that instantly renders me unproductive. It’s the lounge on the bottom floor situated at the corner of the building that looks out onto a busy downtown intersection; all that separates the pedestrians on the outside from the giddy and exhausted law students on the inside is a wall of glass. It makes phenomenal people-watching. Not exactly airport-level people-watching, but close.

Also, when I’m in the lounge and the sun is shining and I’m looking out, I feel like I’m in a fishbowl. At night, the beams separating the glass make the room feel like a Rubik’s Cube. I like the fishbowl feeling better.