Updated Oct. 5, 5:39 p.m.
I have the suite to myself for the first time in my first year at Columbia. It's spring break, and the possibilities seem endless: The world is open to me, the sun is shining, and the pealing cries of any songbirds have been drowned out by the industrial frenzy of Broadway traffic. It's one in the afternoon, and I haven't heard an alarm clock for the better part of a week. So I pull down my blinds and queue up the next episode of Sense8 on Netflix....