October 1, 2015

I woke up late and started running for my class in the performance arts building. When I went through the main entrance, I was singing the opening lines of Cruel Angel’s Thesis and the people standing on the upper levels continued from where I left off. I gave a weak clap while quickly moving for the classroom.

I asked if it was the supposed 15 minute half-class break time and someone talked about how there were(n’t any) quizzes on Saturdays (I assume “today” was Saturday). “This is sort of a long unit” commented another. I did a weird sliding motion on the floor before picking myself up and getting into seat number 5 in the blue room.

Someone went on about the “warmest” way to hold a mug while another mentioned that we were writing AI for a tennis game.

In the middle of the lecture, someone told me that “we need[ed] to talk”. I got my hopes up as I felt some sort of attraction to this person but told them to save it for later as I was trying to concentrate on what the professor was saying.