It turns out, unsurprisingly, that if you accidentally lock yourself out of your room and have to wait half an hour for the security guy to come and let you in, you won’t get to bed as early as if you hadn’t done that. (No way, I hear you cry. Yes way) And this has unfortunate implications for getting up the next day.
Especially if it’s a) obligatory and b) going to happen at 7:30. I know, I know, I used to get up at 6:30 every day for school, although it damn near killed me. Twice a week at 7:40 should be fine, right? (it tends to creep towards 8:00. Try as I might, I can’t not use the snooze function on my phone. Even though my alarm does freak me out whenever I hear it)
So, contemporary debates in music at 9am is going to be JUST FINE.
Actually, it started well. Ish. I was making notes like a pro. A PRO I tell you. Even if sometimes the tails on my ‘y’s began to encroach on the whole rest of the page.
And then came the pointless highlighting.
And then the putting things in boxes and highlighting the box.
And then… I just got kind of grumpy. I’m so hipster.
And I can’t really explain these last two. Someone said ‘social beans’ instead of social beings, so I … penalised them. I didn’t say I’d done it though. That would just be rude. And the music spaceship thing? The seminar-person-lady-tutor apparently said something that inspired a composers in space drawing, but I can’t for the life of me remember what it was.