Missing class/the weekend

Well today I missed my very first class. I told myself I wouldn't miss one class my first semester in college but this morning my bed would just not let me out of it and netflix was calling my name. I feel really guilty about missing but I mean, i'm pretty sure i'll survive. A 50 minute math lecture class was worth missing, like really how do you even get lectured on math. i guess i could have easily avoided missing class if i wouldn't have gotten back to my dorm so late from driving from my hometown. Lately iv'e been getting in a bad habit of going home every weekend but I just can't help it. I love going home to home cooked meals and my bed. I also love going home to all my old friends, I guess you could say iv'e been a little home sick but I guess it's all a part of growing up. I'm sure I'll get out of the habit of going home as often as I do, or at least I hope so, all my homework piles up when I go home for the weekend because I don't take the time to do it while i'm there. College has been super stressful lately and going home is how i try to escape from it but in reality it just makes it a lot worse.