By D-Term ’11 of my sophomore year, I had developed advanced scent receptors for catered events on campus. It was as if I had awakened my sixth sense and knew where to be at the right place, at the right time. I had successfully reached a bloodhound’s olfactory sense for detecting free food on campus.
I was taking Data Analysis for Decision Making class, taught by Professor Crystal Shields. She was a kind, empathetic, and passionate professor from Canada.
After class, I had a 2-hour break before heading to my next class, so I went to the Campus Center. The Rubin Campus Center hosted numerous events during the year. It was the central location for students, at the crossroads of the campus. I would sneak into an event and blend in with the crowd like a chameleon, even though I didn’t know anything about the event whatsoever.
I went up the stairs to the Class of 1946 Lounge on the second floor. It was an octagonal lounge, named in honor of the Class of 1946. My usual spot was on the chair by the window overlooking the Higgins House.
There was an IEEE conference that same day. My senses hadn’t let me down again. The next day, I went to my on-campus job in the morning. H’mon greeted me and said, “I saw you were at the conference yesterday, how was it?”