"Remember remember the 5th of November, gunpowder treason and plot. I can think of no reason why gunpowder, treason, should ever be forgot."
-V For Vendetta
I like that quote, and I'm not sure why. Anyways, that's clearly not in the title of this blog and today I'm feeling somewhat specific (at least, at this moment in time) so I'll continue: mondays. They are miserable existences that one must endure once a week in order to escape to a better life (i.e. the weekend). I would be so bold as to say that I genuinely hate Mondays, and I don't hate a very many things. Today, I woke up an hour later than I expected to. I left my house 5 minutes after my class had started, and it's a 20 minute drive, so it was bad enough already. I had to make a stop with my Dad at Rock Creek Pizza to pick up my wallet, which I'd left there over the weekend accidentally, but neither of us had brought a door key. This resulted in the following scenario.
Being even more late for class + No results = Complete waste of time
We proceeded to drive to the Jordan campus of Salt Lake Community College, where I go to school, and as I stepped out of the car I was struck with utter horror: I didn't bring my backpack. And I had assignments I needed to turn in. So, begrudgingly, we drove all the way back home to get it, and all the way back once more. I missed my first class entirely. The long and short of it is that Mondays, in general, are stereotypically detestable and trifling days that nobody really seems to enjoy, except for a few people who are utterly out of their minds (personal opinion, I'm not judging... or am I?). In conclusion.... Dear Mondays, I very much dislike you.
J R Williams
