I'm just starting my first class of the day and I'm ready for a nap. On the desk under my notebook are various obscene sketches and engravings. Also is a sketch of the chemical structure of meth. In the upper left corner it says "should've been a comm major".
The temperature in the science building where I am now is oppressive. There are no windows and I'm pretty sure the heat is on even though it's in the 80's outside. Apparently the building was condemned years ago, but when the school suddenly lost the funding to replace it, the building was magically healed and able to be inhabited again. There is no air conditioning. There are no windows. It is a hot dungeon. Hell above ground so to speak. I downed what was left of my coffee and continued to nod off in between proofs of summations.
The building in which I work and somewhat reside on campus (Duncan Hall School of Science....not to be confused with the science building) is always too cold. The hotter it is outside, the more layers I have to bring on days I have lecture in DH or will be working. It's Wednesday so I wore shorts. Tomorrow is Thursday so I have to wear jeans. A sweatshirt sits on my desk in the grad room for use on days too hot to actually wear one to school, but it's freezing in the building.
I'm back to starting my days at 4:30 am, so by noon, my first class on Wednesday, I'm ready for bed. Somehow I only made it out the door this morning with half a mug of coffee. Classes go until 6:45 pm on Mon/Wed. Long days. Bedtime is at 8 pm. It's never enough.
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