kasche

Second class of the afternoon, in the lab. That's good. I come out of my first class, head to the lab, enter it. I knew at least another person who was going to attend it.

So, as I said, I enter the classroom, and there was already the professor.

And No. One. Else.

I remarkably felt like I was holding one of someone's granpa's bones over my head and my pants had dropped abruptly.

(There is still no one else, by the way.)

(Maybe the professor will call the class off.)

(Hope so.)