Slept in today. On a Wednesday. With a Government midterm. Not by choice. So, cue the panic. Got out of the house in a flash around 9:10 but traffic was clogged up to the nines, taking about 35-40 minutes to get through. By the time I arrived to campus it was 9:55, I had a teensy tiny breakdown of grief and horror and brilliant stirling silver self-loathing in the car for 6 miles/6 minutes. I'll tell you, it really felt like being thrown back to age 13. I'm sure at least 2 or 3 other drivers saw the mess that I was in my car. Not to mention the way I forced myself into the final merge, but you know, I was really stressed out. So I walked onto campus, slow and steady, no brisk walk -- why rush? -- and slipped into class and walked down the stairs and talked to Prof. Druehl to consider my options for this 100 point (out of 600, so I would've gotten out with a B if I flunked this and did everything else well). Bless his soul, he was very gracious. It turns out I could make up this first exam with some points reduction next week, if I sent an email to him explaining what had happened; and that I should also do the extra credit. I headed out, and I'm now seated at one of the metal umbrella tables, and I'm just about to head into L73 for Humi 1.
"[Growing up] is hard and nobody understands." // https://www.homestuck.com/story/2391