The rest of my classes that day were skipped. I already had a lot of work to do and wanted to get started. I went to the library on campus, which happened to be near, as she called them, "the teacher's dorms" and sat near a window that looked down on the building.
I'm spending more time looking out the window and daydreaming than actually getting my work done, but after awhile it's all finished and I go back to my dorm.
As always the dorm is empty since my roommates would rather go to some party and crash wherever, "Some things never change," I thought as I picked up a dirty sock.
My stomach was grumbling and making enough noise to catch anyone's attention, if anyone were actually heere, so I made the ever famous Ramen in the microwave. "MmMmMm nothing like a boiling bowl of micrwaved chicken noodle soup."
I quickly finished my meal, throwing my plastic bowl next to the sink of overflowing dirty dishes and then walk to one of the two small bedrooms, flop on the bed (too tired from the day to worry about changing clothes), and fall asleep for the night.