Dispatches From the Buckland Basement: 1.4

I was sitting in Existentialism before class, sipping my coffee and trying to finish the reading that was assigned for today. Professor Wartenberg walked in, and I looked up at the clock on the wall. It was 8:39.
'We're starting class late,' I thought.
We discussed Sartre's Nausea and the difference between a thing' s appearance and its existence. We learned Sartre's explanation for why there is stuff as opposed to nothingness.
We pondered at length Sartre's notion of time consisting only of the present.
I looked back up at the clock.
It was still 8:39.
It all made sense for a second, and then Professor Wartenberg explained the Dostoevsky assignment for Wednesday. He looked up at the clock and said
"Does anyone have a watch? The clock's broken."
That ruined it.