Rush Hour Physics

Three hours writing a German exam. Not the worst, just exhausting in that particular way where your hand cramps and your brain goes through the motions of careful thought for too long. The afternoon classes after that were nothing—pure filler, everyone already switched off.

The commute home was more interesting. Two-car train loaded with roughly five times its intended passenger count. First it refused to move at all—some announcement about track three, please depart—then the power cut out entirely and I had a brief, vivid mental image of the next train plowing straight into us from behind. It didn’t. We eventually crawled out of the station, and every time we hit a track switch the entire compressed mass of people slid sideways into each other like a very slow centrifuge. Good content for a Friday.

Winter makes me useless after dark. Not sure what tonight holds. Probably nothing.