That was my first thought upon waking, realizing my sheets must have tackled me during the night. Or the other way around, which is of course more improbable. With a groan I glanced at the blurry red digits on the alarm clock across the room.
5...no wait...6:40 am??!?!?
I leaped out of bed and was hit with a tsunami of dizziness. I staggered gracefully to the side and pushed the tussled brown hair out of my face. I had to be at class at 7:30, which meant I had to leave at 7:15 and no later. I had enough time for the five minute emergency check-up in the mirror.
Hair still on head? Check
Eyes not TOO red from lack of sleep? Er...check minus.
Acne? Whatever, can't do anything about it.
Vision clearing up? Check.
I dashed towards my closet and grabbed a pair of pants and a shirt that didn't look like they had been worn this week just yet. Pulling them on, I grabbed an orange when I yearned for an omelette and ran out the door.
I had to be out by 7:15....7:20, I left the building, and...oh SHOOT the bag is in the room. I turn around unexpectedly and bump into a large person, immediately becoming frustrated with how THEY didn't notice that I was going to turn around, but grumble an apology anyways.
Alright, 7:23 and I have my bag. I run, out of breath, towards the classroom, receiving stares now instead of glances. I convince myself its because I look like those beautiful women in the movies who run through traffic, hair flying elegantly. Almost to the door, the light, the goal....
I bump into HIM!
That's right.....my...
Calculus professor. How embarrassing.
I mutter apologies and try to mask my embarrassment with quick wit and fail. He raises his eyebrows and says its okay. I fail to realize it's 7:29.
I rush towards the door, sliding in as its about to close and awkwardly take a seat. Exactly 7:30 and 20 seconds. I breathe a sigh of relief, trying not too look too brilliant as I sit up in my chair and look at the clock.
Wait 5 minutes for the professor to arrive.
Professor arrives, muttering no apologies.
