I usually sit alone at times like this, any time. Last year I sat in the cafeteria with friendships that have fallen to brittle ends. Broken easily like leaves across campus, and the chance to see prime opportunity of new growth would not occur until spring. 
Spring dandelions grow as tall as my courage and cut down just as quickly; apparently, it's invite only. 

The catalyst for forcing all into the domain came in the form of a blizzard. The chilly winds brought forth the cooling of egos, a cold reminder that they need to study if they want to pass. 

Yet for some reason, the head of loud annoyance fills the room, and irritation that I wish to take part in it. 
Spring dandelions grow as tall as my courage and cut down just as quickly; apparently, it's invite only.