Perpetual Lateness.

Okay, went to sleep before midnight last night. Great. Got up around 9 AM, class at 11:30. Good. Showed up at county at noon. Enforced my policy of not showing up to class if I’m over a half hour late. It’s just a thing. I mentally wonder why people show up if that much time has passed. Well. It made sense to show up at Rutgers, classes were 90 minutes. I reckon I liked 90 minute lectures. But here, if you’re a half hour late, you only have 45 minutes left of class.

Plus I don’t really take notes in A&P anymore. I just write down the topic headings and anything interesting he says. I don’t feel like walking into the only lecture hall class I’ve had at this college. If it was a smaller class, it would depend. Some teachers make a big deal out of it. I’ll skip their classes. But other teachers will just give some friendly chiding, or I otherwise have a repoire with. Or the teacher will just be happy you showed up.

It’s funny. My first years in college, I showed up early for all my classes. This was partly out of necessity. At Rutgers, due to the transporation system (which I came to enjoy), you were either five minutes early, or five minutes late. I used to buy myself as much time as possible, getting to classes sometimes fifteen minutes early.

It’s like what happens when I wake up earlier in the morning. I psuedopanic and get out the door faster. But an 11:30 class? There’s no panic. As such, I relax too much, and I haven’t been early for an 11:30 class yet this semester. I swear, I’m not used to being so perpetually late! I pulled it off last semester by just hanging out in the café for an hour, doing a sudoku. But. I only like doing that if I know there’s a chance Colleen or Ashley will be around? I don’t know. Partly a social thing. I could pester Dawn, but that gets old.

Anyway, I end up trying to cut things waaaaay too close. I should knock that off.

And it feels too warm outside. It was nice and cold yesterday. I liked it. So I’m wearing a sweater with a wife-beater underneath. Guess what. I’m practically sweating right now. I don’t even need a coat outside, except when the wind blows. Maybe I could go read outside to cool off.

Oh, the van. Her electrical charge meter is higher than I’ve ever seen it. It’s entirely possible it’s been slowly lowering over the years, and I just assumed it was normal. Hey, I wouldn’t know what the normal operating range is. Hell, do new cars even have that anymore? I even have an oil pressure gauge!

She seemed more vibrant. You drive something for a long time, you know what it should feel like. There’s this massive hill I have to drive up every day to get to school. The speed limit is 50. Maybe a year ago, I could have held over 45 if I got up over 60 at the bottom of the hill. Lately, she’s been falling to around 30 – 35. You can bet I piss off all the morning commuters. Lick my balls. Today, she held around 40. And I didn’t even have a full line of acceleration to hit a max speed. I’ll see in the coming days.

She also seemed better at lower speeds. Which may sound odd, but her lower-gear acceleration had dropped off in the past year.

I need to get gas.

I’ll get her a new battery in the coming days. Yeah the battery is fine, but. Well. I want to buy her a new battery, damn it! One final battery.

My second class of the day was canceled. It’s going to be a long six hours before my evening class. Ashley told me to meet up with her for a few minutes when she comes in for her 2:30. I’ll go be productive until then. (Hey, I can try.)