Once upon a time in a land far far away, I registered for my second semester Greek class. When I registered the dates posted were August 4th - the 29th. So I had prepared my entire summer with these dates in mind. Sadly, they were not correct.
(The correct dates for my Greek class were July 28 - August 22.)
So Monday the 28th of July I went to the library to perhaps take a glance at the syllabus, get an idea of what I needed to prep on, and take a look at the online classroom, when I noticed that the official summer term was posted as July 28th (not the 4th of August like I was expecting).
I began to panic. "Surely this can't be happening to me!" My heart rate went up. I began to profusely sweat. "This isn't possible!" But it was happening, and it was possible. I checked my e-mail and sure enough I had an e-mail in the inbox from my instructor telling me that he missed me in class that morning. My heart sunk into my stomach. I had missed the entire first day of class!
This is how I started my final year of grad school!