Today's been my first day at school, this year. I could barely get any sleep due to the anxiety, and, like a zombie crawling out a hole towards sunlight, there I was, looking for my classes.
First class of the day: professor missed class due to an illness. Sure, it happens, but waiting for a whole hour until any notice is given should never happen.
Second class of day: professor is at New York City, won't be able to attend. At least, he remembered to send an email.
Third class of the day: professor arrives A FULL HOUR LATE, spends most of the remaining time with reminiscences.
Overall, I spent more time commuting than in class. Today was a waste of my existence.