Sacred Haven of Debauchery

Today was a tough but fun day. I won't start with the beginning; I'll jump straight to defending my coursework during the second class (after lunch). We had to prepare material on the coursework topic and the business plan, so I started rewriting information from the business plan during lunch. I submitted the coursework a long time ago, and there wasn't much to it, but luckily, I read the coursework on the computer yesterday and remembered some of it. So, I rewrote all the important points on a piece of paper, and people started presenting their defenses and getting their grades (either good or bad :3)... After a while, they announced a break, and when we came back, there were fewer of us because those who had already defended had left. The break ended, and the defense process resumed. And then I realized that I needed the coursework, and I had to get it from the library upstairs. So, I went up there, found my work, brought it back, and started rewriting the topic on the same piece of paper. When it was my turn, I went up and stood at the podium. After handing in my work to the professor, I started reading from the paper. I tried to speak with a confident voice, maybe that's why my presentation didn't last long, and my work was approved. But that wasn't the end :O. They told me to go upstairs and use a hole punch to prepare the papers (they were stapled together and in a folder). Okay, I went back to the library, took the hole punch, and... damn, how do you use it?! To be honest, I think I only used it once before, a long time ago (in college or school), and I forgot how it works. So, I had to ask the woman who was sitting there for help t_t... Luckily, she was nice and helped me. And then, satisfied, I went back downstairs and submitted my work! We sat around for a bit, then went upstairs and had the grades from yesterday's exam recorded in our grade books, so we wouldn't have to do it on Friday. On the way home, I was on a crowded bus. There were few seats, so I had to stand near the last door. It was uncomfortable; there were few handrails, and people were all around, but my height helped, and I was able to hold onto the upper bar. I stood like that the whole way, moving to the side from time to time. Near my stop, a girl got on, but there was nowhere to go, and the conductor was standing in a way that made it impossible to pass, so she had to stand on the step and hold on to nothing for one stop. But buses love to brake, and people fall when that happens. The bus braked here too, and people started to fall, and the girl started to fall too, but I raised my free hand so she could hold on to it... I don't know, it was strange. It just happened, maybe subconsciously