I only have one class on Tuesdays and Thursdays, at 7:30 am. So this morning, I hit the snooze button on my alarm about 27 times, my mom was rushing me, I nearly veered off the road driving to school today because I was trying to fix my mirror (and now the idiot behind me will forever use me as an example of why you shouldn't text and drive), and the security guard at the college told me I needed to get something for my car to be able to keep parking it inside.
Then I'm on my way to my class, not worrying that I was late because the professor is always late, when this girl stops me.
Girl: You're going to the quantitative methods class, right?
Me: Yeah...?
Girl: It's cancelled. The professor sent the email last night.
Me: ...
Girl: Have a nice day!
Me: *thinking bloody murder*
I wanna go home and sleep.
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Just Cause
RandomBasically a documentation of my slow but steady mental deterioration. I need to be put to rest.