"Nice recovery."

I am on a roll today.

The winds were angry last night and kept me and Madeline from sleeping. I went to work and was mightily productive, but came home understandably exhausted. We decided together that our first class with Mrs. Replete was not worth being buffeted by the elements, so went back to bed.

I woke up and ambled off to Wyatt to take my final make-up exam (which I pwned. In the face.) On my way back to the house, who else do I encounter but Mrs. Replete? I saw her before she saw me, and instantly began hacking and coughing.

"Oh, did we sleep in today?"
"No," I wheezed, "I'm not actually feeling that well. The only reason I am here at all is to make up an exam from last semester that I scheduled two weeks ago."
"I see. And what about Madeline?"
"She's sick too. That's the problem with living in a house together; we all get sick at once."
"Sounds like you all could use some Lysol..."
"Yes, or orange juice. See you later."

And then I fled. Angrily. ("Wren, it is so ironic that your Buddhism professor is the one that is causing you to accumulate so much Karma.")

Next up comes my Bible and Literary Tradition class. I had the unfortunate luck to disrupt the class by being an idiot (okay, so all I did was make a puppet out of a Hello Panda box and flap it at Maddo).

"Yes, what's going on?" My professor asks, masking her annoyance with a smile.
I think quickly, knowing all she could see was my back. "Oh, sorry, Madeline is trying to write from the board and my head keeps getting in the way because of my hat." (Panda hat.)
There are a few scattered giggles, including from my professor. Madeline murmers "no, it's fine."
I collapse onto the table. "I'll just lie here."
"She's kind of like a Valkyrie, isn't she, always flying into the way," observes my professor.
In response, Madeline rips off my hat. I shriek like a banshee and yank it back onto my head. Staring Man is in tearful hysterics.

And then the class goes on. About a minute ago, the professor winked at me. I think all is forgiven.