Playing hooky...but not really

Yesterday, I developed a strange nomadic craving. I suddenly had to walk somewhere. Anywhere, it didn't matter. The only problem was, I had an hour before class and I wasn't sure if I would get back in time.

I wrestled with myself. "You have to go learn something!" "No! Class is poo!" 30 minutes passed.

".....I want some gelato."

"You'll never make it in time. Do you really want to skip class for the sake of gelato?"

".....Yup."

So I skipped down to Adriana's, said hey to Jones, who was bamboozling people into certain flavors of gelato. "You should get chocolate, you should get pistachio, and you should get..." I got tiramisu. Tiramisu gelato is heaven in white styrofoam. I skipped back to my dorm, rather pleased with myself.

And realized I could still make it to class on time.

After another mental tug-of-war, I dragged to class...only to find out that class was canceled. We did end-of-class evaluations and went on our merry way.

I love my life sometimes.