I went to bed last night after putting my first day back at school behind me and looking to tomorrow to be better. I set my alarm for 7:00 a.m. (since my first class started at 8) and after reading my bible for a bit, I went to sleep.
I awoke to the sound of my roommates cell phone receiving a text message. I looked at my phone to see what time it was.
7:45.
AGAIN?! REALLY?! The alarm I had set on my phone didn't go off. So I hurriedly sprung out of bed and threw my clothes on again and I was just about to close the front door behind me when I remembered...
Class had been cancelled. The first meeting was called off since the professor was out of town.
"So that means I actually start at 10:00," I thought. "Hm...that's a relief. But what now?"
There was no way I was going to be able to go back to sleep after having at least 5 gallons of adrenaline pumped through my system during my early morning freakout session. I decided to just sit at my desk and wait for the clock to tell me to go to class.
Finally, the time came to go to class and I walked out to my car to find this:
How lovely. I could barely see out the window during the drive to school. It was gross.
The rest of my day was a lot more "under control". No surprises or anything. But I was reminded of the reason I chose to be a math major. Reading is DEFINITELY not my thing. Especially when the material we're covering would put Richard Simmons on speed to sleep in a heartbeat.
On a brighter note, I also learned that my grammar and spelling skills are above average for UC students. But also worse than a high school sophomore. Whatever... I'll take that.
The day definitely could have been much worse than it was, but at least it's an improvement on yesterday. Hopefully this trend continues.
