Second day of uni

Stumbling over to reach for the snooze button as my alarm wakes me up at 7am this morning, I lay back down and throw my head back onto the pillow, wishing that I could have another extra 5 mins rest. Reluctantly, I crawl out of bed and get ready for another day of Uni.

Driving to the uni, I glance at my clock and I’m not late – good. How embarrassing if I was late to my second class already wow, at 7:45am it was certainly chaotic at the uni grounds – there were cars everywhere – and I had no idea where to go to park! After driving around three to four times (and irrevocably late for my class) I finally parked, having no notion as to where it was (now I’m hoping I remember my way back to where I parked!), paid at the booth and rushed to my class – thank God for the UQ map app – I would be literally lost without it. 8.20am I walked through the doors – with everyone staring… Crap. Of course the only seats available are up the back in the opposite corner – hanging my head low, I avoided eye contact (not that I know anyone there to begin with) and made my way to the top back. I cannot see a bloody thing – sigh.