One very awful day...
A cacophony of rudeness assaults your
slumbering little brain and you throw a lifeless limb towards the
sound. You keep doing this until the ungodly noise fades away. Peering
out through blurry, miserable slits, you see meaningless shapes that
you instinctively know should be recognizable. You stare and
blink, blink and stare, and stare some more until the shapes come
into focus. "Ohhhhh, " you rasp, "it's 8 am...".
Well, now you understand the shapes, but what do they mean? You
lie in your little cocoon desperately trying to figure out WHY in
the world your clock went off. OHhhhh, that's right. CLASS. Yeah,
ok. Now you remember who you are, why you're alive, and what your
purpose in life is. Doesn't mean you're happy about it though. Silently
cursing the energetic earlybirds who love early classes, you assess
your physical condition: