Day Two:

12:30

At this very moment, I am thoroughly enjoying myself. I woke up this morning at 10. I'm in sweats and a hoodie, and I have over an hour until I have to be anywhere. (Except that I have to go check on my laundry in ten minutes.) I knew I'd enjoy not having to go to class until 12:30 (on Tuesdays and Thursdays) but I didn't realize how glorious it really would be. 

Yesterday morning, I was up at 7:45 (which I understand isn't horribly early) to start getting ready for my 9am (also not terrible) class. But when I compare 7:45 to 10...DANG. 10 is nice. 

I also realized how much time I actually have. The thought has crossed my mind to do the little bit of homework I have from yesterday, but I am saving that idea for later. For right now, I'm relaxed and happy and just hanging out. I have become a solid acquaintance of the lady who cleans my hall and warned some people of our horrible dryers (which do not  really work, so i'm using the third floor's). 

As 12:30 approaches, I'm actually excited. My 12:30 is a women's chorus class and I can't wait! So, it's like a double whammy, except for in a good way. I get alllllllll morning to myself AND THEN I get to go sing. 

Dude. Yes.