Omnes adsint, quamvis dementi, quamvis nefasti.

The (Aspiring) Anachronistic Tailor signed in after leaving their bag and coat at a seat in the final row of desks, second closest to the back door. This was not the best vantage point for the center-most chalk board, and they could only hope they had not had the misfortune of sitting behind taller or broader classmates. (Ugh, classmates.)

Well. If they were so unfortunate this week, there was at least no assigned seating. Next week might be better.