Chapter 63: In Which I Encounter A Bucket, And Forget My Binder

This all begins at 5 am. False. Earlier than that. Point is, I get up early. Early early early, especially given last night's bedtime, plus yesterday. So. I'm tired. I finish with my Early Christianity class, where by the end, every blink was practically sending me to sleep. I walk outside with my mother. It's a lovely day. We chat. I'm almost falling over. We say goodbye, and I go to lie in the lovely shade/sun mix off yonder. I lay down. It gets darker. I hope the sun will come back out. The wind picks up. I hope it'll stop. I hear thunder. I think I should go inside. I don't. I'm tired. I think this several times, as the elemental behaviors slowly escalate. But I don't, because I'm a dweeb. Then, without warning or build up, it is absolutely POURING rain. Dumping a bucket. I dash inside. Go upstairs to the comfy benches where I sleep. Set my stuff down. Realize that my binder with my pens, pencils, papers, and all purpose notebook with all lectures from all classes, was not with me. I had been using it as a pillow, and in my mad dashing, had left it. Outside. On the lawn. In the rain bucket dump. I run down the stairs, dash outside, realize that in the space of 4 minutes, the dumping has been reduced to hardly a drizzle (thus the singular of "bucket"), run to where I was trying to nap, and pick up my binder. 'Tis rather wet. I take it inside, go back to the rest of my stuff. Plop it down on the table, and look at it. Exchanged sympathetic glances and "Hey" with the girl sitting across from me. Feel it. Pray that my stuff wasn't ruined. I open it, and all is well! Nothing is wet! Sure, my hand leaves a wet print on the outside, but undamaged by water are the insides. I myself am rather damp.
So it's one of those days. I slept on my hair wet last night, and had super high hair this morning. Didn't look crazy, like the exotic male bird hair that usually happens when I do that. Just tall. But I also need a trim, so that back is long and I look like a teenage boy from the 80's. So I have goofy hair, I'm very wet, my binder is wet, I didn't get my nap, my feet kill, and I have no lunch (just snacks. No vegetables though. My life is hard).
But I still have my lecture notes, and I'm not dead, asleep, or starving, which is good because my next class starts in 10 minutes.