Yesterday I was so mindfucked. As always, I set my alarm super early the night before in hopes that I’ll wake up at seven o’clock and embark on a vigorous study journey before uni. And as always, I snooze the alarm every half an hour, and if I’m diligent, every ten minutes. Pretty much, I’m depriving myself of actual REM sleep by letting my alarm attempt to wake me up every half an hour instead of actually sleeping. Plus, once the first alarm has woken me up I tend to be half awake whilst sleeping anyway, thinking of the latest time possible I can wake up.
So on Mondays, yesterday, I start uni at one in the afternoon. It’s a tutorial so I have to go. I know I have to go. And I want to go because I have to. So I’m thinking to myself, I’ll wake up at eleven, give myself an hour to get ready and an hour to get to uni. Pleased with myself, I drag my lazy ass body out of bed at around eleven twenty, there’s still major time, I think to myself. Blah blah blah I miss the train, so I’m power walking, now, really actually power walking to the next train station. I’ve made it in time, and even bought my weekly ticket in less than a minute! I’m quite happy with myself.
I walk to uni, and I need to pee, I look at my watch, there’s still ten minutes till class starts, perfect. I go to the toilet and am about to cross city road when I look at my watch. It’s two pm. It’s two pm?!?!?! What the fuck?! My tute starts at one! I check my phone, it’s two pm!! I feel like, what the fuck is happening?! I come all the way to uni to go to this one boring ass tute and I’ve completely missed it?!?! I was so sure I was going to be on time, from the moment I woke up! I didn’t miss the train, in fact, I was faster than I have ever been from home to uni! I want to ask someone what the time is, but I don’t; too weird. So I call my friend, she doesn’t pick up. How nice. So I walk towards the building my tute is in, hoping that maybe my time is wrong and that everyone is waiting outside the classroom waiting to go in. But no, as I’m walking, I see my friend whose also in my tute. What the fuck?! She’s leaving!! Sigh pie. I literally didn’t even know what happened. I was so completely clueless, it was just like, why, why did this even happen.
She tells me that the tutor said this is the second tute that I’ve missed. I don’t particularly remember the first one… Anyway, what a waste. I had and still have that psychology assignment to do, I still haven’t started writing it properly and it’s due tomorrow at four! Well actually it was due last week at four, but I have to get it in tomorrow! Oh my god!! Tomorrow is today!!!!! Far out.
Anyway, I was thinking about this the whole of yesterday, how on earth did I miss the tute? Did I read my analogue clock wrong? Was the clock downstairs wrong? Were the clocks off all together? Then I finally realised, it was because I am stupid. I mis-calculated the times, and thought I had to be at uni by two instead of one. Basically, I was still at home when the tutorial had already started.
Just Another Woo Girl