What a morning. I hate Mondays, particularly the part about them starting. Alarm went off at who knows when, and I can't count the number of times I hit sleep. Somehow I managed to get up by 8:00, and make my way to Palms (dining centre) to get breakfast. I did, of course, forget to bring my own supply of Cinnamon Toast Crunch, so I was left with the daunting task of procuring morning sustenance from french toast and an ample supply of blueberry muffins.
It's very cold today, on a side note. Certainly cold enough to warrant some form of, oh, I dunno, long sleeves and jeans that aren't riddled with holes. This is something I'll be sure to take note of for future classes today. Definitely a day for my army jacket.
Not that I'm in the army. It's actually an air force jacket. Or BDU's, or something. I got it at a thrift store, with oodles of other neat things for such a low price. God, I love thrift stores. So much cool stuff and for the small tradeoff of it not being new you get it for under a dollar. I can't even begin to explain how cool some of the toys I've found there are.
Anyway, morning. So History starts and he says the make-up test is this morning. I think that was just to terrify people, since it was scheduled for 6:15pm tonight. We didn't actually take it but there was a great deal of horror and shock. Heh, shock shock horror...anyway. We wound up working in our study groups to study the test, though by number 26 the professor (whom I think is really cool) came to sit and talk with our group for a while. Somehow we got onto the topic of drugs and I gave an impromptu lecture, and to my surprise he actually supported many of its principles - something I think is pretty rad coming from an authority figure.
After that ended and he gave the option of a bonus assignment spawned from our discussion, time to head on to English. The assignment was, by the way, to research cocaine, heroin, and marijuana usage from 1800-1937.
So, English. Sit in there for fifteen minutes with the rest of the class, I hosted an impromptu haiku contest against me and this one guy, who was terrible. The other guy who I think hates me (he looks like a mix between Reggie (see bottom left) and Elvis) wrote a haiku for him that was pretty good. I was about to top it when some guy who went for a coke announced that we didn't have class. Turns out some bitch from the office came down here, looked into the room, SAW THE STUDENTS, posted a note on the wall saying class was cancelled and then left. She didn't see fit to notify any of us. God, I can really get pissed at people sometimes. How unnecessarily crapulent of her. Oh well. Time to relax before Political Science and Sociology...