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On Wednesdays I have a class from 9-10:30am and then I don’t have a class again until 3:00pm. It’s not the best schedule, but it allows me to have Fridays off entirely, which, in my mind, is a totally fair trade. And anyway, with my home a mere 20-minute bus ride away from campus, I do have the option of going home during the break, which has been my M.O. every Wednesday so far this year. That way, I can roll out of bed, not shower, not make lunch, and get to my 9 o’clock on time, and just head home after to worry about details like nutrition and hygiene. It's not the most efficient plan, and I don't get much done in the way of schoolwork, but it's comfortable and convenient.

With finals looming, however, things are going to change. An almost 5 hour slot of time is not to be wasted any longer, and henceforth, I shall be spending 12 hours at the law school on Wednesdays come hell or high water.

So this morning. I showered. I made a (big) lunch. I dressed in my comfy yoga pants. I carefully thought of anything I would need for a big stint in the library. I was late for sports law, but I didn’t care. Sports law class is stupid, and it was more important to be properly prepared for what I had planned. After sports, I went to the SUB to get a good coffee. I went back to the law school, and began to set myself up to hit the books. Only one problem. I HAD NO F-ING BOOKS.

My materials for my Wednesday classes are in a green binder that doesn’t fit into my little backpack, so I just carry the binder in my hands all day. And this morning, I walked out of my house without the f-ing thing.

I am currently typing on my laptop, on the bus home to get my binder. My level of irritation, as you may imagine, is inexpressible.