And I’m not dreaming

You know you’re past 35 when you’re surrounded by 200 long-legged teenagers in their nightdresses, and when you think of your bed all that’s on your mind is sleep.

I hate early morning University fire drills.

ESPECIALLY when it’s the first morning since arriving here that I DIDN’T actually have to get up at the crack of dawn to prep for class and I was looking forward to just ONE EXTRA HOUR in bed.

(And BY THE WAY, Italian Poster Girl subwarden, if you REALLY don’t get pre-warned about drills as you explained, then how come you and your husband were properly togged up for the morning chill in coat, hat, and scarf?!!!)

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