A festival atmosphere overtakes us. We laugh as we gather our books. We skip outside. Then, inevitably, the same thing happens. They feel cheated.
Class usually goes poorly.
It's difficult to hear. I'm annoyed that I don't have a chalkboard. People worry more about getting grass stains on their clothes than answering questions about the reading. If we're close to the MU or a coffee cart, students look longingly at their friends going by. One class ended in disaster.