Joy Williams
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psychology major sociology minor
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Post by Joy Williams on Dec 10, 2007 19:04:00 GMT -5
Coffee. It's what the air here smelled like. It was what the world ran on. And Joy definately ran on it as well. She was a grouch before her morning coffee, and everyone knew it. Especially when she had stayed up until two the previous night trying to complete her essay, which she had done successfully. What didn't help was the fact that was just nearing eight o'clock, leaving her to have had about four and a half hours of sleep. Even with coffee, she knew today would not be great, but it couldn't hurt. Really, by now, it was an addiction.
Dressed in a pair of denim jeans and a green tank-top, she stepped up to the counter. "Um, a medium cup of the dark roast," she said, not bothering to ask what the dark roast was for today. She handed the lady behind the counter four dollars in exchange for her coffee cup. She took a sip. She loved the bitter taste of coffee. No cream. No sweetner needed to make her happy.
Joy found an empty table and sat down, closing her eyes for a few moments before taking another sip. Just the smell of this place made her happier and feel like she wasn't as stressed. Everything felt nice in this small place. But, small was cozy, and cozy was good. She let out a small sigh, trying to drink her coffee fairly slowly since she knew if she gulped it down, she would have to leave sooner, something she didn't want to do. Gosh, her paper on depression had made her even more depressed. Maybe she shouldn't have picked that subject, but it was just so easy for her to write ten pages about it.
Maybe it had been easy because the feeling was slightly familiar to her. But, there had also been alot of research done on the subject, and it was easy to find facts. Plus, it was better than having to research something else. And she didn't want to be a schizophrenic counselor or something like that. She wanted to help teens who experienced depression, mainly because she could relate, and she wanted to help in anyway she could, and that seemed like the perfect way.
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