so i’m sitting in the lecture hall for my nine thirty waiting for the professor to show up. our midterm paper was due this morning, so we’re all explaining to each other exactly why this is the worst paper we’ve ever written and how we’re so totally going to fail. eventually, we start to notice that it’s like nine forty five and the professor isn’t there yet; a few minutes later someone comes in to tell us the class is cancelled because dr reilly has the flu, so we can just hand in our papers wednesday. fantastic. this means i have another two days to do that last draft i never got around to yesterday. it would have been nice to know beforehand so i could have slept in this morning, but as i’ve got a couple free hours before my next lecture and plenty of time to work on this paper some more, i’m not complaining.