Seven hours of classes today. Who even thought that was a good idea? By the time I hit my third lecture, I was already zoning out, doodling in my notebook, and daydreaming about literally anything else. I know college is supposed to be about learning, but sometimes it feels like surviving class marathons should count as a sport. At least I looked cute running from room to room. If I have to suffer through back-to-back lectures, I might as well make it fashion.