In this chapter: Sara wants Leonard basically all the time; Sara gets some girl time with Kara and Iris; a familiar face from the past returns; Sara and Leonard find a private place for semi-public sex; the teams start making a plan; Quentin asks Len about his intentions.
“Is she always so happy?” Sara asks, smiling after Kara.
Iris grins. “You have no idea. You should see her with Barry!
They’re both so optimistic and happy, and they make each other worse.
It’s the cutest thing.”
When Kara returns, wearing a huge grin because the barista put
extra whipped cream on her drink, Sara and Iris exchange fond smirks.
Kara’s smile, though, suddenly fades. “I’m not being rude, am I?
I’m having a coffee, and you’re pregnant, so you can’t… I mean can you…”
Sara chuckles and stops Kara before she can get too worked up, and
Kara starts digging into her tower of whipped cream, watching Sara with large
“Some coffee during pregnancy is perfectly safe,” she explains,
“but I was pretty sick in the mornings—well, and the rest of the day—but the
point is, I ended up unintentionally breaking my caffeine habit. It didn’t make
sense to pick it back up just to limit it anyway.”
Iris is watching her with far too much amusement.
“What?” Sara asks.
“I’ve noticed Leonard’s pretty protective,” she says. “As
protective as you’ll let him be, is my guess.”
Sara nods cautiously, not sure where Iris is going with this.
Iris bites back a grin. “Leonard’s the one who told you not to
start drinking coffee again, isn’t he?”
Kara’s eyes widen further as she looks back and forth between Iris
and Sara, and Sara sits back in her chair and crosses her arms.
“Shut up,” she says, tone intentionally sullen, and the women
laugh until she can’t help but smile, too. “He suggested it, yeah,” she
clarifies, “but it’s not like he made the decision for me. Besides,” she adds,
“you should’ve seen his face when I pretended I’d only do it if he gave up
The culture of college education in this country is so frustrating to me, because it ends up feeling like life and death when it really really shouldn’t. Failing an exam or dropping a class or taking more than four years or even dropping out of school shouldn’t feel like the end of the world, and we all know this, rationally, at yet they do.
(And people who went to college when you could basically always get into your first choice school and pay for the entire year with your summer job busing tables, perpetuate this by making everything about arbitrary metrics of ~success~ rather than happiness/general life satisfaction).
And yeah, there are a lot of cultural and societal factors at play, not least of which is the way that our education system treats college like the goal, something that must be harnessed to guarantee the highest possible earning potential, a necessity for future success and happiness.
But expecting to know what you want to do for the rest of your life when you’re what? 17/18/19? is ridiculous. Hell, I’m in my twenties and in grad school and I still don’t know what I want to do with my life most days. Basically no one I graduated from college with is doing what they ultimately want to do (if they even know what they want to do).
Idk idk. Life isn’t linear and it’s a lot longer than it seems when you’re 19 (which I realize is rich coming from me, the 23 year old), and they way we treat college is kind of (very) fucked up.