Ahhhh, Coffee Cottage — Newberg’s very own quaint little shop is always humming with people as eclectic as the art and decor. It’s filled to the brim with life and energy, personality and spunk but most of all, lots and lots of folks from all walks of life. No matter what day of the week it is, when you walk into this establishment that is fondly regarded by many students in the sleepy Berg, you best be ready for a good cup of coffee and some classic coffee shop company.

1. The Pseudo Guitarist.

You know he plays the guitar — sort of. He’s one of those guys you can just tell knows one or two Bon Iver songs and plays them well enough and infrequently enough to be accepted above the actual musicians in your life. He has an 8-ounce espresso with a splash of organic whole milk, a rugged flannel and of course, a guitar pick necklace he bought himself at a swap meet somewhere.

2. The Serious Academic.

There she sits with her color-coordinated planner laid beside a sleek MacBook, thesis in mind, and that haggard “must get good grades for self worth” expression. Poor soul, so dedicated and so brilliant. You sort of admire the wretch, but not enough to change your study habits.

3. The Middle-Aged Mentor Waiting “Nonchalantly” for Pupil.

Feeling a little too awkward to order without the student there but also dissatisfied sitting still while he waits, he gazes around, sagely wondering if that little dirtbag of a student will show up after all. You can tell he is antsy and guiltily pretending not to recognize the many other students present that he isn’t devoting his free time to (though he would if he had the time). But he can’t help but wonder if he ought to reconsider his position as he waits a solid 15 minutes for his pupil. All is forgiven, of course, when said pupil does arrive and middle-aged mentor is all smiles and sweater vests.

4. The Hummer.

There’s always that one person with their noise-canceling headphones in, unknowingly humming Lady Gaga’s "Bad Romance." There you are, sitting in your discreet corner, trying to pinpoint that ambiguous high noise that keeps floating your way, and you realize it’s the hummer. He is always there for you. The little devil.

5. The Phone Conversationalist.

Of all the characters you see at the cottage, he is the worst. He saunters in, sits down and pulls out his giant smartphone, and you know your stay is about to be made much shorter by this charade of shamelessness. He proceeds to sit there, talking several 1,000 decibels louder than everyone else about his workout schedule, latte flavor, savings account and personal life. And to the surprise of no one (but much to the chagrin of everyone), he is laughing raucously at some joke you clearly cannot appreciate because just like everyone else there, you don’t care about his conversation.