Waking up is sometimes a waste.

So, today I had an appointment to meet a friend at East High to observe a student in a classroom. We were told by the special education teacher that his class was at 7:45 Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. So I drag myself out of bed at 7 in the morning, which is very early for me lately, and go to East. Well, turns out because of East's block schedule, she had told us the wrong days and that class wasn't even in session. So, I drive home and get a bit of sleep before waking up to go to my own class at the U. What happens there? We are given time to work on our lesson plans. That I can do at home. In bed. On my laptop. But by the time the teacher stops jacking her jaw and laughing at Simon's Cat, I realize it would be pointless for me to leave because I have painting here at 4. I am a little upset about it, even though I was productive in my lesson plan. But now I'm sitting here absolutely alone in the back row because all of my friends left. And I'm wondering why I even woke up today...