The 8 a.m. quest for bed

8 a.m. classes are the worst. Thank goodness that they start at 8:05 here at Rose.

Despite that extra five minutes of sleep, I was tired as I sleep-deprivedly stumbled to class. Just before I stepped through the Moench archways, a gentleman stepped out and said, “Class is cancelled.”

I didn’t recognize him and my mind was trying to figure out why he would know whether or not my class was cancelled. “There was a note from our prof on the door saying class was cancelled,” he explained. I recognized the prof’s name, so surely it was my class, but it was too good to be true!

The bringer of the good news started walking away from Moench. “Well,” I thought, “I’ll go with it too.” As we passed someone else from the class I called to them, “Hey! Class was cancelled!” They gave me the look I’d given earlier, so I said, “There was a note on the door!”

They said “Okay,” and joined our party. Less than a minute later, we saw another fellow student, and with a swooping wave the arm, we said, “C’mon! Class was cancelled!” So our fourth hopped in step with us and we all continued on our journey away from class.

“This is great! I can start on that big assignment due tomorrow!” one said.

“Skip that! I’m going to back to bed!” said another, and we all agreed.

It was fantastic. I felt like Chicken Little as I called more people to join the group in our quest back to bed.

But as we passed the dorms, one by one our fellowship began to disassemble as we reached the beds we so desired. Eventually, I was back to where my day had started, alone, walking across campus. Then the horror hit me. I never saw the note. I had led six other people away from class based on the testimony of someone I didn’t originally recognize!

It was a sweet sleep I had that morning. A sweet sleep, indeed.