Resigned to your fate, you trudge east towards the main building of your school (which is quite a trek, believe you me), and after nearly being killed more than three times, you make it to class.

As you walk in your professor stops talking and gives you "the look", which makes your face turn beet red (never mind the fact that the whole class is staring at you as you clumsily find a seat).

After you get settled, you inspect your wallet and find that since you took the normal (scenic) route to school, you now have money left over for lunch (woo hoo).

As the class goes on, you ponder the little adventure you had in getting here, the trials and tribulations, the stops and starts, and you realize you feel very very tired.

And, alas, poor art student, you sleep.

THE END