The beginning of my inaugural LitHum marathon last semester was not unlike a game of musical chairs: The earliest students, who apparently had nothing better to do than extend their afternoon in Hamilton by 20 minutes (/were typical froshingtons), were seated comfortably until stragglers like myself, showing up a mere five minutes before class, prompted their rearrangement by throwing open the classroom door and unwittingly slamming it against one of the adjacent seats.
