At the rate this semester is going, I think I should purchase some real estate here on campus, because I basically live here. During the week, I spend way more time here than I do at my house, and that’s not even including travel time.
I got here for my 10AM class and it is now 8:30PM. It has been. a long. day.
Oh, and the worst case scenario Commuter Thing happened: I forgot a bunch of stuff in Fishers. And by a “bunch of stuff” I mean my wallet, which has money in it, which I planned on using for lunch. Luckily I had a friend to lend me some cash to get a snack (AWW YEEAHH), but that has always been my biggest commuter fear: forgetting my wallet! At least I’ve gone over an entire year of commuting without forgetting it. Still made me feel like an exile or something, though.
Anyway, I’m trying to figure out which spot of real estate I want to purchase. I’m not thinking the pharmacy lounge.
Too green. And… abandoned. Has a fridge, though!
I usually bust out the word wormhole in reference to the end of the semester/season/other landmark, not week 3 of classes. Week 3 of classes should, in theory, be one of the least exciting times in a semester. Week 3 should be weak 3, if you follow my pun.
Anyway, my professors seem to be confused about this, because I just took my 3rd quiz of the semester, I have my 4th quiz and 3rd (no–4th?) assignment of the semester on Friday, and I kind of want to scream. Maybe I did scream today, and it was when the traffic light in front of my apartment turned red seconds before I (SAFELY) accelerated to turn left in front of a stream of rush hour traffic.
That’s beside the point, though, because I’m confused about the space time continuum and why week 3 of classes is feeling like midterms. Well, not just week 3–weeks 1 and 2 and 3 have all felt like midterms. Should the whole semester just feel like midterms at this point? I’m guessing that’s the case.
ALSO could the humidity please drop? A little? Maybe?
Curtis left me this note! Written on a napkin. To a tune of the devil.