Harry Wolff

You can't escape my laugh.

What an absurdly slow, boring day.

Today was the second day of my summer school. Last night was my first class, going from 6pm till 9pm in the evening. I thrive on these night-time classes and activities. I am most assuredly a night-owl by design and not practice.

Yet today was such a bother. And it was all a bother due to the morning. Because I had my second class this morning. My second class begins at 8:30am. In the morning. I don’t think I will ever get over this fact. I haven’t woken up this early for school since High School - and even then, I rarely went to my morning classes.

I set my alarm for the lovely time of 7:45am after persuading myself that I would be able to wake up and eat breakfast with enough time left over to be on-time. This argument held true - I walked into the classroom at the stroke of 8:30am. However the way in which I woke was anything but delightful.

I have only the vaguest of memories of how I woke up this morning. I don’t even know if I woke up due to my alarm clock or because my body wanted to wake up by itself. How don’t I know? Because in the middle of eating my morning oatmeal I hear my alarm clock going off. I think it went off at 8:00am - meaning I hit the snooze button - but I can’t be too sure.

Aside from the lovely oatmeal I ate (two packets of insta-oatmeal - one isn’t enough) the only other salient memory I have is waking up in a sweat. I love how the morning sun makes my usually tepid blanket uncomfortably sweltering.

For a day this one was one that I will remember only due to its non-eventfulness. So bland was today that this was my only recourse as to content. If anything this has been one of my most journal and ‘blog-like’ posts.

On a side-note: I hope my textbook for my on-line course doesn’t take too long to ship. I love saving money by buying used textbooks but I really hate getting behind on coursework.