My biology class ends at 3:15. It starts at 2. So I missed it. Loooovely. I always seem to forget that it starts rather than ends at 3:15, but this is the first time I've missed class because of it.
Fortunately, she teaches right out of the book (the slides she shows us are pictures from the textbook) and quizzes are only due on Tuesdays, and there was no exam. So I should be entirely unaffected by this. Possibly better for it, since I did not have to spend an hour and fifteen minutes in a room best described as 'toasty' filled to bursting with cranky, sleeping college students.
And a loud round of "PFFFT" for illiana, because if that counts as 'having fat thighs', I am never eating again. Bah!