Cowface Communiqués

So, the way my Thursday works is this: my two-hour class ends at 8:30. The last bus of the night comes at 8:30. I have permission to leave ten minutes early.

As you know, my vision is limited because my glasses broke this morning, so the wall clock looks like a circle with a long blob and a hypothetical blob.

I looked at the clock and saw the long blob pointing directly downward, and was like, “shiiiiiiiiit” and immediately booked ass out of there as fast as I could toward the bus stop. If I didn’t make the bus, I was trapped at school until Mike got out of work at 10, and even then stuff could get tricky. So I was freaking out.

Luckily, I caught the bus. It travelled a couple of blocks before I took out my iPod to read, and (as you probably guessed because it is 8:30 now) realized that I had frantically sprinted out of class an hour early.