It reminded him of when he was a kid. When he was a kid they’d have to go to daycare everyday of the summer. Always to this ladies house, and then they’d stay there for a few hours until all the kids were there, and then they’d drive to another lady’s house. There there was a pool. The pool and everything around it the changing and swimming and jumping would happen all be fore lunch. A late lunch when he was that age. And then they’d pile into the back and head home. Well to the first house the worst house he’d call it. And there they have to sit with their swimsuits on still slightly damp and wait for the different parents. His were always last. And it happened to be at the same time of this class.
Even to this day he hates this time of day. He was always tired no matter how much coffee he drank. Always slow and always hated the journey. It was just worse than the morning classes. Even worse it was in another building. Not as far as his philosophy class but far enough that he had to listen to music.
Even to this day he hates this time of day. He was always tired no matter how much coffee he drank. Always slow and always hated the journey. It was just worse than the morning classes. Even worse it was in another building. Not as far as his philosophy class but far enough that he had to listen to music.