Today was one of those days we all have dreams about. You know, the one where you jolt awake only to look at the clock and nearly have a heart attack because you are running late already. You jump out of bed and frantically run around the room getting dressed and packig your bags up, all the while neglecting to even touch your makeup bag. Running at the speed of light across campus you fly up the stairs of the building to the third floor, walk down the hall and no one is sitting outside the classroom door. You exclaim a less than polite phrase and proceed to open the door.
The door is locked...
You look at your phone, trying to figure out what is wrong. The time says eight o'clock, why is there no one here? The teacher should be here by now for sure. You check your e-mail and there is no listed cancellation of class, so you sit...
and you wait...
Finally, one other soul shows up, giving you hope that class is still possible, and that you hadn't royally screwed up and missed something somehow. You check your phone one last time and rememberjust as the newcomer asks you why you are so early for class...
That class starts at eight thirty, not eight...
You could have put your makeup on. You could have gotten dressed calmly. You could have taken your time packing your bag. And especially you did NOT have to run like a marathon runner to make it to class today. You sigh, audibly enough for the whole room to hear you, and curl up on the lounge couch to take a cat nap before class, silently kicking yourself for misreading the clock and making yourself rush.
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