And summer with a wind no one yet has known...

I'm falling back into my bad habits. So far, in the three almost four years of college I've had I've been rather good about going to class. Perhaps not completely conscious, but at least in class. My senior year of school I was hardly ever in class. There were a certain numbers of days I could miss so I always planned them in advance.

This semester my Anatomy class is getting harder and harder for me to show up at all. I miss at least one day a week in a class that is only three days of the week. There is very little incentive to actually show up and this morning I saw the rain and immediately went back to sleep. I suppose that is what I get for thinking I could go back to an early schedule. Waking up has always been the worst part of my day. Not because I don't want to greet the morning -- I'd just rather greet it about three hours later.

I'm not at all annoyed that I missed one of the most important lectures of the semester because of my laziness. Nope.