I Hate The Cold...

It's one of those mornings where you wake up, curled in a tight ball under a blanket. It's cold outside and you sit in a kind of shocked numbness. It had been warm the night before and suddenly fall has come and hit you in the face.
Anyway, you are huddled under the covers on that cold Sunday morning, ready to go back to sleep when suddenly you remember that your busy weekended has left it till today to finish the load of homework you teachers had so kindly dropped into your lap. Your heart sinks as you roll out of bed, taking the blanket with you and wander over to your back pack. It's crammed full of binders and folders that would have been beaming up at you had they had a face.
Grumbling you make some hot tea and then start the arduous task of learning about the importance of the Renaissance, the composition of the cell, and how Latin is probably the most complicated language to have ever been spoken.