If I were a commuter, college would kill me!
I barely heard Alison walk into the room this morning which is surprising not because she's normally loud but because I'm usually gone when she gets back. (Is that a bad sign?) My clock was turned the other way and my eyes still wouldn't focus...I asked her what time it was. "A little after nine. Why? Do you have class?" crap! The clock said 9:03. My exam was 9:05. Generally, that's a bad sign...
... I literally fell out of my bed (and when your bed is three feet off the floor, it's not the greatest feeling ever) threw a sweatshirt over my jammies and, shoes in hand, ran out the "do not use" door and all the way to class. (I'd gone to sleep in socks and for some reason it never occured to me to take them off and put flip flops on. I didn't have time to tie shoes so I just ran barefoot all the way to class) It was 9:06 when I walked in and everyone stared at me.
... I literally fell out of my bed (and when your bed is three feet off the floor, it's not the greatest feeling ever) threw a sweatshirt over my jammies and, shoes in hand, ran out the "do not use" door and all the way to class. (I'd gone to sleep in socks and for some reason it never occured to me to take them off and put flip flops on. I didn't have time to tie shoes so I just ran barefoot all the way to class) It was 9:06 when I walked in and everyone stared at me.