So I'm all ready for the final semester of my Master's degree. I've got my backpack and I head up to the U for class yesterday. I get there and park in the usual place, and start to feel a little uneasy because the parking lot is kind of empty. Not completely, but just a lot less than I'm used to. My uneasyness is releived when another student from my cohort pulls in and we walk to class together. It's almost 5:00, when class is supposed to start, and the two of us are getting a little concerned, so the other student calls her friend and leaves a massage questioning whether or not class starts this week. Standing there, wonderning how long we're going to wait, and a third student shows up, so we relax, assured that certainly 3 of us can't be wrong. Yeah, right. A couple of minutes later the friend calls back, just to inform us that we were a week early.
Well, I put the blame squarely on my friend and fellow student, because if she wasn't going to be gone next week (the first week of school), I wouldn't have been expecting to be going up to school alone the first day. I would have e-mailed her confirming our meeting at Trax, and she would have, in a nice sarcastic way, let me know that maybe I should have checked the schedule because I was a week off.
Just kidding, my friend. But I do have to admit that this would not have been the first time I've relied on her to keep me on schedule. If I paid her a buck for everytime she reminded me of when something was due over the last 2 years, she'd be able to afford that trip to Paris.