Wednesday.

7:46, I proudly, nay, foolishly arrive at Kiligrew street bus stop fifteen minutes early, sporting shorts. This as a start suggested that the rest of the day could only get worse.
Upon boarding the bus, my hopes for the end of the world were running high, and I noticed many of my fellow passengers were looking equally as anxious.
As 8:30 reared its ugly head, unfortunately so did a distinct lack of death. I wasn't the only one sighing, but I'm pretty sure I was the only one not sighing with relief.
The bus arrived at college at about 9:04, and I scuffled off to my first lecture, History. This pretty much resulted in me being verbally bitch-slapped for an hour, before exiting the classroom, in a state close to shock.
IT dragged its behind into view next, and this time I decide to attend, only to be pushed away as I arrive. This left a couple of hours of free time, of course I say free, but it was probably about the same status change from being a Russian serf, to becoming a peasant. After sitting alone for about 4 minutes I bump into Ben Speirs, and, grasping a'hold of his slippery hand, am pulled off to meet; Raz, Morgan, Chris, Hayley, Sid and some guy with drawn on facial hair.
Before long I am swindled out of all of my loose change as they take their consecutive journeys to various vending machines.
Out of pocket, out of mind, and out of friends, I wander off to try and find Amy, with little luck.
I navigate myself to Kenwyn Library, to find her working busily on a computer, I receive less than a second glance upon entering. The next hour or so trawls past like a giant African snail race towards the proverbial piece of lettuce that is my Photography lecture.
A gruesome 2 hours doing next to nothing and its about time I push out into the harsh rain of Cornwall, searching for a bus to Falmouth. Luckily I am guided onto one by Sorcha, and spend the long ride home in relative comfort.