While we’ve been talking, Andy has laid out the contents of his bag. Holy shit, the guy has been busy. There are three textbooks, a spiral notebook, and a bunch of notecards. Everything is color coded and organized to death. He’s also brought some weird instruments with him that I’ve never seen before. I’ve always considered myself a well-organized person, but compared to Andy I’m a slob who writes his notes on rolls of toilet paper that I store in a box, mixed with regular toilet paper.
