This morning I got up at 7:30 for an 8:30 class. Got dressed, washed my face, trudged down to the dining hall, yadda yadda. Make my way, rubbing sleep snot from my eyes, to the classroom. I got there ten minutes early, as a good little student should, and sat there for ten minutes with the rest of my hungover, tired classmates. Then we all realised the door was unlocked, so we all went in, only to find another six or so of us in the room. We all sat down, stared round for another fifteen minutes, then left.
After I got back to the dorm, I resisted the urge to kill everything that moved, and instead went online to check my schedule. The printed one, which we all had in our grubby little fingers, said room 216. But the one online said room 126.
Well that just oozes of "what the fuckery."
The best bit is I don't have anyone's number in that class to text them and say "ZOMG we all went to the wrong room?!"
