The calmness of the night was rudely interrupted by the world's most unflattering sound. The morning after Labor Day was here. Summer was officially, painfully over. The alarm got me by surprise so much that I accidentally hit my head against the nightstand, making the clock's green, radioactive infused digits land square on my face. That should have been my first clue. It was going to be a long day. The morning commute to Edinburg was the next giant to slay. No one actually stays in the dorms during the weekends. (the Office of Residence Life prefers to call them residence halls) Yours truly was the first one to skedaddle back home for the Labor Day weekend. Four glorious days of no school was suddenly interrupted by that devil's invention and now I'm stuck on the expressway with a couple hundred cars during morning rush hour.
I make it with five minutes to spare to the class I can never actually get on time. People with missing assignments and confused freshmen was the talk of the class and with no teacher present, class was canceled for the day. Pretty much the rest of the day was alright, my work study job should be back in about a week and a half.
It wasn't a white shirt, but a Texas Longhorn shirt. What difference, since Notre Dame lost to Texas, this week is pretty much over.
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