So I have a morning class on tuesdays and thursdays, and when I say morning, I mean, butt-crack kind of morning. Ok, not really, it’s a t 7:35 technically, but when your other classes start at 9:30 am, that’s comparitively butt-crack.
So the alarm goes off, I hit snooze a bunch of times, and finally decide it’s time to get up, so I go turn off the alarm, and then suddenly, I glance over my shoulder. There is an empty bed. A warm, fluffy shield from the menace that is the butt-crack of dawn (comparitively). And I literally though to myself, “Missing the morning class. Step 1: Turn off alarm. Step 2: get back in bed.” And I was right, because I’m possibly at my brightest in the morning.
Well, no, I didn’t miss the class, but I missed getting a ride with dad and robert.
And I missed the slide portion of my art history test because I was late. Test? Who knew?
Actually, everyone but me.
It’s not like I would have gotten ANY of the slides had I even made the beginning of class, because I had only just read the chapter and was planning on intensively studying both tonight and tomorrow. Guess I don’t need to any more.
Plus I obviously didn’t have a scantron, so the teacher gave me one, because he’s a sweetheart. Then I rummaged in my bag for about five shocked minutes, until I swallowed what little pride I had left (the rest of it booked it to somewhere more pleasant when I opened the door, clutching my huge metal paint box and avoiding the twenty-odd stares directed at me because of my lateness and test-interuption…ness) and asked if I oculd borrow a pencil too. So HE rummaged around for awhile, and then asked if anybody else could lend me one, and some male did, and I failed the test quickly and with little effort. Oh gravity!
Pooh. I will pass this class.
(No. I won’t.)
My little brother and I added a new song today to our music myspace: http://www.myspace.com/hopnpop/