The conductor on the Manhattan-bound F train that runs through Park Slope at about 7:15 am has the most gentle, soothing voice ever. It's seriously like wrapping yourself in a little vocal blanket of hot tea. I could listen to her talk all day, not just for the hour I'm on her train; she's the best part about going to school so early in the morning.
My trip with her was cut short today, though; as I was on the freaking train, my professor called and said class was cancelled. It's really too bad he didn't call, say, twenty minutes earlier, when I was still in my house. So I turned around and headed back home, by which time it was raining little ice pellets. Not like I can even take a nap; there are fuckers with jackhammers right outside my window, where they're busily demolishing asphalt in the most annoying way humanly possible. The crap is up with today?? It's barely sunrise and already the day's gone all weird.
Still, at least the unexpected spare hour gives me a chance to mention the fact that I scored a 97th percentile on the LSATs. (BAAHAHAHA WAAHAAAA!!) Does anyone know of a law school looking for an applicant with a 168 and really great hair?
