I was late for my Game Design final because of a Pennsylvania driver who added an extra 2 crucial minutes to my commute. When I got to campus, I couldn’t find parking in the regular commuter lot (which rarely happens to me), so I had to park in the furthest commuter lot. Because I was late for my final, I pretty much ran from the parking lot to the business building. It was freezing cold out (like worse than normal). I left my gloves in my other jacket so my hands turned bright red in a minute (and I’m brown, that’s saying something).
When I got to my classroom, the lights were dark and no one was in there. It turns out he made the last assignment/project/game he gave us our final.
Way to fucking tell me about it Prof, really.
I just came to campus and drove/ran around like a mad person for no reason.
I’m going to go eat breakfast now.