New Year Resolution Numero Uno

Must remember to more regularly attend class. It's 2AM (not now - last night, this is one of those oooo-ey, spinny-soft-focus-recollection moments from memories past; just go with it for a minute). I have an exam the next morning. My brain hurts, my eyes held open with packing tape, and I can feel the rest of my body sound asleep because it's numb. The only life I have in me is struggling to make my hand write logarithmic functions and give my brain enough juice to keep me from falling face first into my notes. At this point I decide I've had enough and it's time for bed. Morning comes, I go to class, ALMOST on time except I get stuck behind traffic on my way to the interstate (it's true, I don't make this stuff up): A five minute drive from my house to the interstate turns into a 15-minute drive, half of which I am stuck behind a slow-moving truck with a trailer full of drywall, the other half behind a bus that decides it's going to stop every five feet to pick up millions of children who just take waaaay too long to climb aboard. I like kids, I love kids in fact, just have more of a preference for the ones that don't spin around and pretend they are airplanes, holding up the bus and making me late. I walk into class, listen to the lecture, and then, AND THEN, find out that the exam has been postponed for a week - a unanimous decision made by the class on one of the days that I was not there. Wonderful. Ah well, at least I'm ready for the test.