The Universe Hates Me: Installment 2

There was supposed to be a large, wet, ugly weather system moving in on Tuesday, so I decided to skip my morning classes. Considering that my first class began at 8:15AM, ended just fifteen minutes before my next class, involving a mad dash across campus, one of my professors couldn't care less whether we showed up or not and the material of my second class had been the main focus of one of my classes last semester, skipping wasn't a difficult decision to make.

Fittingly, I stayed up late, eating and talking with friends. I remembered after midnight that my professor was going to hand back our papers on Tuesday. This was the class where I actually cared what I got on the paper, because it was a quarter of my grade. This was the class that started at 8:15 and for which I would normally have gone to bed two hours earlier. Crap.

Tuesday morning was a struggle. I drifted in and out of consciousness, inventing reasons to get up and go to class and more convincing reasons to stay in bed and sleep. At last I made the agonizing decision to get up, go to class and find out my grade on the paper. I decided I would catch a bus that would take me almost the entire distance to my class, figuring this would make my morning a bit easier. 

I rushed out of my room and sprinted to the bus stop. I waited. The bus was late. I waited. The bus was still late. And it was raining. I kept waiting. The bus was still late and it was still raining. Finally, the bus rounded the corner, coming toward me, the cavalry charge from the William Tell Overture accompanying it (figuratively speaking, of course... the fanfare was just in my head). Beaming at the thought of being dry and warm and maybe even getting off my feet, I stepped up to the curb. The bus sped past me. The driver didn't even glance at me. 

Awesome. Looks like I'm walking to class. Actually, I only have five minutes to get there. Looks like I'm power-walking to class.

When I get to class, I sit down and tear off my soggy coat, hat and gloves, completely winded from the walk and my dash up three flights of stairs. To open class, my professor says, "Well, guys, I haven't even had a chance to look at your papers yet, you'll get those back on Thursday..."

Thanks, Universe!