Get Your Sleep, Kids

I love this song, I thought to myself. I began to hum the melody, but for some reason, something didn't feel right. Why was I enjoying a country radio song? Why was I humming its melody (after all, I never hum to anything)?

And then I realized: it was my alarm. Once again, I slept through my alarm because I was entranced in whatever song was playing, and I didn't even realize that it was playing for the sole purpose to wake me up. This happens nearly every morning, sadly. However, this morning was different than usual. I looked over to the clock and noticed that it was 7:27 AM. My mom came into my room and said, "What happened? I thought I woke you up an hour ago! There's no way you're going to make it to school on time."

Challenge accepted.

My mother gave me a note for when I got to school, but I was hoping I wouldn't have to use it. I had never been late to school in my life, and it wasn't going to happen on this day.

I will admit--I didn't shower. I put on some deodorant, sprayed some cologne, threw on a random sweatshirt, grabbed my lunch and backpack, and went out the door to my car. I looked at the time and felt defeated as I read "7:33 AM." But, I still tried to make it on time. It normally takes me around nine or ten minutes to get there, so maybe it was possible.

I backed out of the driveway, slightly sped over the speed limit, and came to my first stoplight--which miraculously turned green. I drove down West River Road, being mindful of how much over the speed limit I was going (because I normally don't speed at all), and came up to the next turn. Once again, there were almost no cars delaying me from turning. As the school came into view, the clock turned to 7:38 AM. It just might be possible, I thought.

Into the parking lot I went, only to realize that nearly all of the close parking lots were filled. I took the best available spot and flew my car into it. I opened the door, grabbed my backpack, and started to desperately jog to the school (at this point, I wondered how stupid I appeared to others, as they were casually walking to their class).

The pre-bell music was playing, so I knew I stood a chance. I sprinted up the stairs, turned the corner, and found my class room waiting for me at the end of the hall. I slid into the room with twenty seconds to spare.

I felt fairly successful to make it on time. Until I looked down and witnessed, in defeat, that my sweatshirt was inside-out.

It's just going to be one of those days.