Faith Talamantez / The Daily Nexus

Let’s paint the scene. It’s a Saturday night. I went out with my friends. That’s what Saturdays are for, right? We got burritos at Freebirds, chilled in the lounge and played blackjack until 2 a.m. Jerry took most of my winnings, damn him. I had some reading for my GEs, but I could do that the next day. I would be fine.

Yeah. Turns out that was Sunday night.

Christ, I need to lock in. Who has their head screwed on right when it’s time for midterms? Certainly not me.

So maybe I went to sleep a little late last night. What’s the big deal? I didn’t have class until noon.

I set my alarm for 11:15 a.m., got up at 11:30 a.m., grabbed some “breakfast” at De La Guerra Dining Commons (the burger sucked, but the fries weren’t so bad) and made it to my lecture at 12:05 p.m.

Okay, fine. A little late. Sue me. The professor seemed knee-deep in something about next week’s essays or whatever, so I slid into my seat and tried not to bother anyone. I unpacked my bag, got out my laptop, wrote down a few words and tried to pretend like I’d been there those first five minutes. People gave me some weird glances. Judgmental assholes. Hadn’t they ever gotten caught in a long burger line at the dining halls? The professor blabbed on about loose rubrics this, humanities that, see you next class, yada yada …

Wait, next week?

I checked my schedule on my phone and read the times for this class: 11 a.m. to 12:15 p.m.

Shit.

Heighlieghhgh Ehnnn can’t show their face in that class ever again.