Time
So I was rolling down the hallway tonight, when I noticed a scratch of paint on the wall. Although I couldn't stop to look at it, I made a mental note, that while rolling back, I should slow down in time to stop. So I kept on rolling down, now reaching the edge of A-wing, and I pondered to myself, "How am I going to make this turn," because as it just so happened, I had little capability of turning while rolling in my usual manner. I guess I pondered a little too long, however, because just as I thought I had a method of repositioning my roll, I had run myself right into the door of a Mr. Aaron Peterman. I believe he must have been out at the time, however, because no one responded to my unintentional knock on the door. However, I think he might have been there, and just pretending not to be, and not responding to inquiries.... how rude. So I was just about to start on my rolling way, when I realized that I was late for class. I ran back to my room to grab my stuff, taking care of course to slow down, stop and notice the peculiar spot on the wall, which happened not to be peculiar at all, but just a smudge in the paint, cheap labor leads to poor quality I've always said, so although disappointed in the non-peculiar, just sloppy spot on the wall, I meandered my way back to my room only to discover that I was not late for class at all, and should've continued my rolling.
Sigh.
Sigh.