or so I thought. I wasn't too happy to be up as early in the morning as I was, and I struggled to make it to class on time. This meaning I was dragging my ass out of the house at the last minute, hoping to make it to class on time, because I am the epitome of a non-morning person (and I've tried doing mornings. Apparently, I'm not doing it right).
I'm super-hyped when, even after my stop at QT (no morning is complete without that stop), I happen to make it to campus with precision timing, with enough time to run to the building and slip into class on time. What luck!
|This is the scantron I was supposed to have. Credit|
I've just taken the final exam for a course I've never taken. If she hadn't ripped up the exam when she put two and two together (and I said, "this is Summer II, Abnormal Psychology, right?), I would wonder how I scored on the exam, seeing as I had been an intern in a rehab facility for half a year. Not to mention that I had actually signed up for (and subsequently dropped) this class, because I thought I could be a psychology major
Summer II starts the 12th of July. That's tomorrow.
Well, no sense in going back to bed now. Oops. Now I can facepalm myself, and tell younger students, "Hey, it happens to everyone, even students who have been going to college for six years."