Harry Wolff

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What an absurdly slow, boring day.

June 2, 2010
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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.