Wine Arm

The review session was early in the morning (read: 9:30 am), and I came in bleary eyed with a large cup of coffee. I sit closer to the professor than my usual seat. The professor kept looking at me. I thought it was because I asked a question. Alright professor, whatever you want. I look to Stephanie on my left and something catches my eye. A little splotch of purple. What was that? Oh, it's a wine stain on the sleeve of my sweatshirt, lovely. Glad my professor was probably looking at that. I'm sure he's impressed. It's not even from last night!!! Though Tracy did punch me while I was holding a glass of wine last night, causing me to spill it all over my arm. Thanks for that. Sorry professor. Sorry sweatshirt. Sorry wine arm.