Well I feel super dumb.

It's 10:16. So I'm going to type fast so that I don't go too far past my goal.

So today I had another whoops moment. Well longer than a moment. Like an hour.

After Orientation to Dance {A class that tries to produce thinking dancers out of us all.} I rushed to get back into my my very blue outfit. Navy blue Philsbury doughboy shirt and dark capri's, with my red highlight of corduroy Tom imitations. When I threw it into my bag it looked cute. {I don't go to school ready.} Oh and it doesn't help that the bag that I carry all my dance clothes.shoes.deoderant. is navy blue.

Anyway. I was rushing. I ran up those killer stairs that give you a tooshie workout every time you summit them. I then sped walked to my next class. American Heritage.

I walked in a little confused as to why it seemed more full than usual but quickly dismissed it as the professor was beginning the lecture.

I sat through the whole hour of learning about economics and watching my professor pawn a box of Kripy Kreme donuts off for 20 bucks. Rip off.

Anyway after class ended I headed to my next class. Family history. When I walked in it wasn't my class. I was super confused. I decided to pull out my planner to double check my schedule. I realized that I had American Heritage at one. Which was right then. I had totally forgotten about Book of Mormon. Which was at noon.

So with an hour to kill, I decided to go back to the class I was really supposed to be in. I figured it wouldn't hurt to make sure that I knew everything discussed. So I spent another hour listening to a lecture about economics, but this time my professor got 30 bucks for his dozen donuts! He almost sold them for 50 euro. Not too sure what the exchange rate is, but I know it's a lot of money. But 30 was not the most he had sold it for. In his 11:00 lecture he got 40 dollars for them.

That is a super expensive box of donuts.