Here's the thing...
Ok, so I vaguely remember waking up at 7:20, going over to my alarm clock, (that's right, on the OTHER side of my room) shutting it off, and going back to bed. Anyway, I wake up and the clock says 8:39, and I have class at 8:30. Terrific. Late for my first class. I'm out of the room in a minute, go over to the lecture hall and...NO ONE IS THERE. I go back to my room. Being in such a hurry, I didn't look at the clock on my microwave, cell phone, or stereo. Once I'm back in the room, I looked at the microwave. 7:39. Are you serious? The damn alarm clock was off by a hour. I must've accidentally changed it when I went to turn the alarm off, cause I know it was right when I went to sleep. At 8:20, I head back over to the lecture hall to still find no one there. I stand outside for about two minutes and these two kids come up to me and ask me if I have chemistry. I say I do and we go in the room and sit down. Now, this room is big. It's a lecture hall for 150 students. And we're the only three there with no teacher at 8:28? Something was wrong. We go ask for help at around 8:40, and find out that IT'S F#CKING TUESDAY, NOT MONDAY! Damn Labor Day, throwing me off like that. Now I have to go back to my room and find out what class I was supposed to be in 30 minutes ago. It's a physics workshop that's in the basement of the same building I was just in. So I go back there, find my classroom, and sit in the back of the room. Of course the teacher doesn't say anything, because, thankfully, teachers don't care. It didn't really matter that I was late because the teacher was still going over pointless crap that I already knew. Then we did some problems in groups and it was time to go. I miss Mel, Steph, and Heather, but I'll see them over the weekend. At least that's something to look foward to. I'm gonna go sleep for an hour before my next class.