Some of us would stay up late arguing unresolvable philosophical questions pretending we were studying.

To study alone a diner was three blocks away. Getting a booth and spreading out happened often during finals week. To study hard one spent time where coffee was served in bottomless cups. 

But for fake study, we talked in our rooms into the early hours until the morning birds started singing. Inevitably, we would get hungry.

A donut shop was just off-campus. 

Finally, an offer would be made, "I'm buying if you're flying."

Class divisions had already formed.

Frankly, some would always be flyers.