'Twas a day of darkness and a night of light... No, seriously. There was a brownout today and we didn't have internet, we couldn't shower in hot water, and we couldn't see all that much... It sucked.

It started when I woke up this morning, I went to the bathroom and opened the light, or at least I tried to but the light wouldn't open. I thought that the bulb was simply burned out so I went back to sleep and forgot all about it until my sister said that there was a brownout. We had to go to our grandmother's house in our pajamas because there was no water in our house. After showering, we went back home.

A cousin of mine came over to our house hoping that there would be wifi and hot water unfortunately though, there wasn't any. We ended up talking about life and stuff. After a while of complaining about the heat, my mother came in and suggested that we play basketball since we never do anything sporty, my sister and cousin disagreed and we were back to talking about life and terrorizing our 4- year- cousin but even that gets boring after a while. My sister finally fell asleep and my cousin and I started eating. A lot. My 5- year- old cousin (brother of the 4-year- old cousin) asked me to go and play basketball with him so I went out and bravely attempted to play basketball. I sucked, of course but that doesn't mean it wasn't fun! I went back into the house sweating and smelling like the foot of a person who has just ran a marathon and the worst part was that there was no water so I couldn't take a bath. That was already around 5 o'clock though so I only had to wait an hour and 53 minutes to freshen up and be able to see well enough to change clothes.

Because really, who loves 8am classes?

Nobody, right? So for this blog post I just wanna list down all the reasons (and now you'll know this will be fast because really how many reasons could there be? Lol I'm kidding but yes this will be short I promise and now I'm rambling again sorry) why I am thankful for 8am classes.

I Just realized recently that I haven't had any 8am classes since last school year, term 3. While there are no complaints in my department whatsoever with regards to my no-8am-classes schedule for the past two terms, I'd like to somehow maybe justify that 8am classes could be a good thing too.

Shocker huh? 

But jokes aside (was there a joke??? Ha-ha. Not funny...) 8am classes have done a lot of good to me too.

And it's only now that I haven't had an 8am class in a long time that I realize how much 8am classes have changed my life for the better (to some extent).

Absence makes the heart grow fonder they say. 

Ha. Ha. Ha. Really.