Only Three More.

Every Tuesday and Thursday morning I wake up and make a mental count down.

I tell it to The Man.

Today I whispered in the dark early morning hour, from the depths of my blankets and pillows, "Only three more."  And then against every notion in my brain to slip back into oblivion I force my body out of its snug burrow and face a new day.

Give me a second as I stand there in the dark...

Okay.  I'm ready.

Frick it's cold today.

The life activities building on campus has been on lock down ever since the bombings at the Boston marathon, though they say it's because they have a new manager.  Either way I have a class in that building.

Only three more.

And my student card refuses to work on the door.  Every morning since they've decided to keep the doors latched my card will not beep on the pad.

"Call this number."

"I have twice already."

I just turn around and enter with someone else in my class.  The people at the desk know us, they've been watching us file by their desk every Tuesday and Thursday morning for the past four months now so they don't say anything as I turn and go in on someone else's card. Hell, they used to click the door open for me.

I think they don't want to deal with the lock down as much as I don't.

Only three more classes my classmates and I grin at each other.

Which is weird because when I started this semester with a class on campus I wasn't at all interested in getting to know any of my classmates.  I'm older and just trying to get through to graduation.  I wasn't looking for social interaction.

But they're cool and they seem to think the same about me.  I'm glad I didn't miss out on that element of class.  They're probably the only reason I still face it.

That and the fact that I need a good grade.

I'm an over-achiever like that.

At least the teacher isn't making us suck on raisins anymore.

Only three more.