Sometimes things don’t go exactly as planned. Sometimes you just can’t get out of bed on time. Sometimes you realize you’re only late for class, not that you’ve missed it, in time to get there and do a quiz.

Now it’s time for 5 more hours of class and another cup of coffee.

I was awake at 0430, left my wallet on the bus when I needed to transfer, managed to get it back and catch my connecting bus, and made it to work early. Spending the day enjoying a pretend ren-faire isn’t half bad either.

My third class each day is held in a room that must be at the most efficient point of the school’s air conditioning system. I always wonder how silly it actually looks when I layer up after taking my seat.

Note to self: Add fingerless gloves to backpack.