Late.

I leaned across the bed and picked up my phone. Why in the world did I set my alarm this early? -that single question goes through my head everyday, without fail, until I think: Oh yeah, school.

So, with that in mind I got up, grabbed my clothes and headed for the bathroom. Once I was there, I checked my watch.

6:40AM, Friday.

It took a moment for it to click.

6:40AM! -On Friday!

Oh crap! I have a class at 6:45!

And so, as the adrenaline pumped through my body and the panic leap into ever fibber of my being I got ready as fast as I could. Five minutes. That sure didn't give me a lot of time.

I got dressed in less than a minute, had my hair up in one, got my shoes, coat, and glasses on in the next three. I had to throw brushing my teeth and putting on contacts out the window -that would definitely make me late!

I was out the door by 6:47. I speed-walked across the balcony and took the stairs three at a time. I ran (or hobbled, it's kind of hard to run when wearing a backpack) across the street. I didn't run the whole way to class, but I did run a good portion of it. I beelined to the building, ran up the stairs, and soon found myself standing in front of my classroom door.

I hesitated. I was very late. What if they were having prayer or something? Oh well. I would still have to go inside. Hopefully I wouldn't be tardy. I grabbed the handle of the door and took a deep breath. I shut my eyes and pushed open the door. This was so embarrassing...

The silence was overwhelming as it came streaming out the door and into my ears. Oh no. They had probably all stopped whatever they were doing and were now starring at me. Oh crappy. I finally opened my eyes.

The room was dark. Empty. And utterly quiet.

Uhh! Are you kidding me?? I was an hour early!! ARGH! ...Oh well, at least it was a guarantee that I wasn't going to be late. Psshhh.