I do my breaks alone. I travel to universities in the Midwest and rent a dorm room in the empty halls and take my showers in the community bathroom. They both rushed to tell me that I could spend the holiday break with their families. So I had to politely decline and tell them about how I actually enjoyed it. Something from my old school days is still hidden there, something scholastic and nostalgic. I sit at an old mass-produced wooden desk on a worn-out desk chair with a red wool cushion. There’s nothing on top of the desk except a book and a notepad under yellow light. It gets spooky at night, something about a place where normally so many people are but then nobody is. It reminds me of the Thanksgiving I spent alone in my dorm room during college. I was scared to get out of my bed at night and walk down the long empty hallways alone.