Subarctic

Dear God, it was 18 degrees this morning. I had to run out in my bathrobe after my shower and crank the vehicle up. I really detest the bitter and harsh cold. In hindsight maybe I should of signed up for later classes. The early morning starts aids in fighting off laziness, which seems to become all too easily abundant. Sad to say the person who sits next to me is absent from class, I am leaning towards tardy, however as the minuets pass I gradually begin to accept she is absent. But who am I kidding, I prefer my seclusion, my peace, my sanctuary. I always this guy sitting to my right, whom I have exchanged a total of zero words in four classes. From what I observe he appeals to be a nice guy. I know he takes time each morning to do his hair, he is always on time but does not have an obsession for being punctual, and he has a slight smugness which emits from his presence. Probably a nice guy, probably some one I could for a friendship with; however, I prefer my sanctuary to contain myself. If he were to strike up a conversation I would without doubt be polite and partake, and maybe it will become an every class occurrence, from what I can tell, he is waiting for me to do the same; silence. Time to break out the books as the teacher begins to start up and commence her lecture. Perhaps it is time to make a new friend.