DAY NYOLC (Eight) THE MOST!!! EXCITING YET!

 Monday. January 12th. 2026.

*Yawn...* Helen, Atlas, and Erika rolled out of bed on a sunny, chilly, morning. Erika slipped out of Helen’s arms and out of their mega-bed after falling asleep while watching "He's Just Not That Into You". She headed off to the gym for a short bike ride, as the treadmill was broken. While the fitness center does have its flaws (many) it is nothing if not peaceful, and without any other soul in sight Erika stared deeply at herself in the mirror throughout her ride. Once she broke a sweat she decided that she was done and popped back up to the room for a quick shower before breakfast. 

 

Atlas blinked as he stepped out into the sun, it was a rare bright (but still cold) morning. He walked to the bus stop alone, listening to music and marveling at the beautiful Budapestian architecture. He met up with a couple classmates at the bus stop and they rode to class, content to sit mostly in silence on this sleepy Monday.

Helen rode the bus to class with Gavin, Erika, and Henry. As they rode, they discussed the art of gift giving and the utterly disastrous consequences of giving a bad one. They walked to class, continuing their discussion until they walked through the tall, iron wrought gates of McDaniels College Budapest. Class commenced and their ever valiant, intellectual, and brilliant professor, Dr. Adam Berliner (Phd), began his lecture. 

This signaled everyone to pull out their fidgets, which are an absolute necessity to stay at least somewhat focused during the long, exhausting, tedious, incomprehensible, boring, etc (Not true, we love you Berliner) lecture on modular arithmetic. As seen in figure 4 there was a wide array of fidgets, everyone with their own preference. Which begs the question, what’s yours, and how do you warm up your needoh?

 

 Finally, the bell rung, (not really, Professor Berliner just said we could leave), and everyone burst up from their seats, excited to adventure in the "big apple" (Budapest) for lunch. The class split up around the city, going to bistros, cafes, and a small co-op, where some of our prestigious peers got juice and small kids toys. 

 

The class returned, satiated from their long travels, and sat down to learn about bases other then base ten. They sat attentively, determined to "lock in" in advance of Friday's midterm. They marveled at the wonders of mathematics, the glorious world of number theory opening up their minds....and their hearts. 

After this long day of very very hard academic work, the class split up to different afternoon/evening destinations. A small group followed their illustrious professor to a grocery store, and stocked up on pantry essentials like espresso filled chocolates called pocket coffee, and an entire wedge of brie. Too impatient to wait any longer to try the pocket coffee after hearing Professor Berliner rave about it, they pulled it out before they even step foot inside of the elevator. They popped the chocolates into their mouths and bit down, much to their surprise they were met with an entire shot of espresso contained in the chocolate. 

 

As dinner time approached, the roommates decided to take an adventure down the tram line to a Lebanese fast food place (shout out Al-Arz Lebanese Restaurant) for chicken shawarma and baklava. They forged their way through the icy streets, walking/tram-ing a thirty minute round trip, for the delicious food. They returned to their room, successful, and bearing food for some of their classmates. As they enjoyed their meal, they were lucky enough to be entertained by someones previous creative writing assignment being read aloud, and were graciously provided water in a salad bowl. Now, they venture into the wilds of the second floor in search of homework help.

 

Puszi Puszi!

Erika, Helen, and Atlas