Classes were mostly boring, the Professors had a hard time interacting with the students, and generally they just did whatever they wanted. Want to show early for class? Why not. Want to stay home and not tell the students? It also works. It was a difficult situation, most Professors didn’t seem to care to much about their students and what they needed to learn to become, at least, decent professionals. Zeke couldn’t complain about his situation, he had it good since he had no idea what to do with his life, he simply roamed the halls and attended classes whenever he wanted, and whenever he didn’t, he just sat at the library reading something.
Nothing really mattered until he knew what he wanted, he was just doing what he thought it was expected of him, go to VMU, get a degree and get some fancy job that paid like shit, but that could potentially pay well in the future.
Later in the day all Zeke wanted was to relax, at home was a bit hard to do it, it seemed there was always something to do, people to talk with and, as much as he loved everyone he just enjoyed some time with his own thoughts and maybe a beer, or two, if he happened to find anyone he knew, at least he hoped it was someone that wasn’t excessively chatty. People who enjoyed talking, were at best tiring, but they did reveal a lot about themselves and that just meant more information for Zeke to know what those people were all about.
He walked inside The Tipsy Mozzie, looking around he saw no one that he knew, good, he could proceed to sit at the counter, strategically located where he could see the door and avoid talk to that many people. He just wanted to order something and just enjoy his night out alone, relaxing, thinking about what he wanted to do with his fucking life. She called someone, ordered his drink and some snacks, that he quickly decided to eat like he hadn’t eaten all day.