She was Late to Class
This morning our darling little Rebekah decided to turn off her lovely alarm and get a bit more required sleep. She dreamed of lake houses and beautiful gardens. Suddenly, she was jarred from the enchanting paradise to ask the question, "what time is it?" Sure enough, it was 8:05 AM meaning she'd be a solid six minutes late to her History class. On a normal day she may have considered sleeping through class, but they have a big paper coming up and the Professor was going to talk about it this morning.She didn't bother getting dressed. She just threw a hoodie over her tank-top and slipped on a pair of jeans. She didn't get to the bathroom brush her teeth/hair, and apply some much needed makeup. She just whipped up something resembling a flopsy ponytail, pulled the 'hopefully my glasses will cover' and headed off to class notebook in hand.
The first thing she said was, "good morning" to a man jogging by. He had an odd mustache. The world was beautiful, and she couldn't help laughing at herself. She is on her own, and that means there's no one here to wake her up for class.
The moral of the story:
When dreaming of lovely lakehouses and spectaular gardens avoid the question, "what time is it?"
posted by Becca @ 9:11 AM
1 Comments:
I've done that before. Last year I set my watch to go off at a last minute wake up call less than ten minutes before class. I needed it a few times. I should re-reset my watch to do that again this year.
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