[Open to any college students]

Who willingly signed themselves up for classes that started at 8AM? In what world did she live in, that she thought she could actually manage her time accordingly to make it in for an 8AM class every Friday morning? Iris regretted the decision every time Friday morning rolled around. But, if she was anything; it was determined. And Tank certainly helped, not letting her close her eyes again once her alarm went off that first time. She couldn't take credit for making it into class on time for those morning classes, it was all Tank. She'd start begging to be let outside as soon as Iris shifted in the bed to turn off her alarm. So, Iris would have to get up and get dressed enough to take Tank out for a quick walk. And right now, when it was cold as fuck outside, she absolutely was awake by the time they made it back to her apartment. So, she hopped into the shower and argued with herself about how she'd do a better job next year when enrolling in her classes.

About an hour later, Iris was walking onto campus, nose and cheeks rosy from the cold -as the heat in her beater of a car didn't work- but dressed warmly in layers. A thick black winter coat, green knit sweater, and a thin but long sleeve fitted black v-neck shirt paired with a pair of light wash jeans zipped into a pair of simple black winter boots, a rainbow colored scarf and black knit toboggan. She was warm, and that's what mattered. She paused and muttered a light curse under her breath as she turned and walked back to her car; a 2004 black Toyota Corolla. It was a hideous thing with paint peeling and a dent in the left front fender; but the thing just wouldn't die. So, why waste money on a car payment when this one got from point A to point B just fine... minus working heat or A/C, and the leak in the radiator that had her adding water every trip she made. But hey, as soon as it finally died; she'd get something better suited to her tastes. She fought with the passenger side door handle for a moment, the lock having seized in it, kicking the door before walking to the driver side and opening the door, reaching across the seat for her bag. It had a few notebooks, some text books and a laptop that was worth more than her car. But that was an investment that had multiple uses; school, and her 'work from home' job.

Iris slammed the door shut on the car and pulled her boring grey bag over her shoulder as she headed up toward campus once again, now having everything she needed. English 101 was not her preferred way to start the morning, but at least she didn't have another class immediately after and could grab a coffee before her next class.