Today at 10:00 a.m. I recieved a text message from Ken. Ken is my dad. The text said, "Can you leave Logan by 11 am to get on a plane at 1:50?"
Yes, I should have just skipped the rest of my classes today, and all my classes tomorrow, and a group meeting, and a weekend in St. George.
Did I go? No. For some weird reason, staying for boring class seemed way better than driving a car across the country from New York for the next three days.
And after sitting through two of three of those classes, I am wishing I was currently preparing for landing in Buffalo, New York.