We spent the next hour wandering around campus, discussing the opera, instrumentalists, vocalists, accompanists, and our favorite professors. I laughed for an hour straight. We agreed that trying to date in the music program is next to impossible, that male instrumentalists don't realize how attractive they are because they dress so sloppily, that Wittenburg is the most fascinating prof we know of so far, and that we should definitely get some sort of recompense for learning music and performing it at the last minute. It was the grandest hour of doing absolutely nothing on campus that I have had in a long time.
Yet my absence in class was not without it's consequences. The rest of the day I was either late or early to everything, due to my watch being off. I missed accompanying the choir, dragged a friend to class an hour early, and was generally confused the remainder of the day.
I think just that one hour of nonsense was worth it, though.
(And my apologies to all you who may have suffered because of it).