I did not really know what they meant by 10 seconds agitation every minute -- after each passed minute or each numerical minute? I did the former, and agitated the tank in the way Professor Teng did, swinging it back and forth in small semicircles above the sink. Gave it a few taps just to be sure. Dump, rinse, fixer, rinse, photo-flo. Near the end with the photo-flo a nice young women helped me out and got a metal hook for me and showed me the timer on the dryer. I clipped everything and hung it up to dry, and then cleaned up and dried all my supplies, and then gave the kit back to Mr. Chai. I walked back to the classroom and set a timer for 15 minutes, ample time for it to dry, and unwound on my phone and watched a bit of Ellie Anderson's (Overthinking Podcast co-host) video on Spirit and history, and had a few sips of coffee, which had cooled to the perfect temperature and interestingly a milder taste than I thought (or maybe my brewing was just on point today). Soon the timer was up, I brought my binder of sleeves, went back into the developing room, got my film, and then went to the left table in the center room to cut and sleeve my film. Professor Teng took attendance and in 7 or 8 minutes I was done. I vetted my sleeves past her and checked if I needed to do anything else; nope. With everything done I packed up quickly and headed off to a very very late lunch. Pasta section was closed so I got an 8 inch turkey gouda veggie sandwich instead. Grabbed a cup of mustard with a dot of ketchup (of course I had to) and headed out into the bright afternoon, the gray clouds now gone, the bright white ones in their place, and a soaring of bright blue all around. Still a bit chilly, but not as chilly as earlier. Had the sandwich over an episode of The Nanny (one word: gherkin). Headed home, nice and full with the rest of the coffee, and the brightness of the afternoon was a brilliant clarity compared to the rain earlier. Traffic still a bit slower. Got stuck behind an on and off driver for a few minutes. On the final exit to hometown a couple people passed me and I miscalculated how many people were backed up on the left turn and so I braked hard, but whatever, we made it, we made it. Poor T90 fell from my left seat to my bottom right car floor, but this thing is a tank; but I will put it on the floor next time. Arrived home, kind of bleh, 6.5/10 drive, around 4:05, and spent the next half hour brewing some genmaicha back to back on my AeroPress (I suspect my Hario Switch would be a bit better). The rest of the day I unwound, finished history homework (WW2! A terrible time), and continued to unwind. Mom made veggie tomato fish, and some fried flat sardine and eggs, really quite delicious. Left thumb acting up today -- I will need to make an appointment soon, since I worry now it is something more insidious like rheumatoid arthritis, but I have no physical proof. And it is not 12:26; time to head off.
"[Growing up] is hard and nobody understands." // https://www.homestuck.com/story/2391