Sal pleads but you stand firm. "Sorry, Sal, but I really need a day with no distractions. I can do a double shift tomorrow. No hard feelings, okay?"
"Yeah, yeah, fuggedaboutit. See ya tomarra, den."
There. Well done. You stood your ground.
No sooner have you begun hitting the books than your apartment is rocked by thunderous booming noises. It's your roommate Putk practicing the keybass again. He's in an awful punk flock band. You ask him to turn it down and he refuses.
Okay, fine. Instead of a quiet afternoon at home, you'll need to spend a quiet afternoon somewhere else. You could head to campus and hit the library. Or there's that new coffeehouse over on Benson Street.
