Doesn’t it feel like today should be Thursday or even Friday?
Scene yesterday afternoon shortly before 4pm: check electronic system to see if there are any notes or PowerPoint slides for 7pm class. Find slides and print. Pack up stuff and head over to library. See classmate diligently working on laptop. Jokingly ask if she’s finishing up the paper due that night. She nods. Asks me what I’m doing at library. Tell her I’m doing the reading for that night’s class. We share a chuckle. Leave library around 6pm to go over to student center to read magazines and listen to tunes. Classmate says she’ll see me in a little while.
Scene last night at 6:50pm: trudge up four flights of stairs, buy a drink out of machine, look through little window in classroom door, wonder why no one is in room, see note on blackboard that class is cancelled because of professor’s illness. Utter an expletive.
I usually find that most days I have no idea what day it is!