Moving on. We got out of multivariable early today. We finished a double integral in polar coordinates (which I happen to love) at 2:10 when Sonu was brave enough to ask Dr. Tansey if we could go five minutes early. "It's so warm outside," she said. I looked out the window. I knew it was warm outside, but the outdoors looked more tempting than ever as a breeze shook a tree slightly.
He looked outside the window. "Well, okay," he said. "We can do the other examples I planned for next time." And I felt so guilty, but I didn't say anything. It wasn't because I was planning to take advantage of the great outdoors by lounging on the quad (not then, anyway--I had French at 2:30, and we actually talked about stuff I like today). It was because someone asked to end class early and he agreed. I felt bad for him, too, because he agreed. What else could this open the door to?
In other news, Daylight Savings Time is evil. I can't stand losing an hour of sleep. Actually, losing an hour of sleep in the middle of the night isn't the worst part. It's the next night when I look at the clock and convince myself that it's really eleven instead of midnight when I can't fall asleep, but I still have to wake up according to the clock's time instead of my mental time. Aargh. I should probably go to bed early tonight since I have to get up early tomorrow for fencing.
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