Halt for 7 and 8

Sunday BluesEvery weekend I stay up until the next day. Sunday comes, Monday is next. I hate 8. It means 7. 7 is unatural to me. Clock rolls by. 7 and 8 are waiting. I can't blow off my classes. Attendance policy? It's a higher education for god's sake. Unfortunately I think it has much to do with capital and state funding. Probably some record somewhere proving that we actually sit in the classrooms. 2 of the classes tomorrow are by the book loosely translating into "what am I doing sitting here when I could have slept till noon and read the book anyway?". Seriously. It's a waste of my time to have a bona fide educator who's getting paid just fine to hold story time at 8 in the morning. What a drag. Oh well.