Monday, March 03, 2008
I've just finished my first class for the week... a class that I rushed to get to.
I'm not one to be late for class habitually (it does happen, just not on a regular basis). If I am late for a class, it is usually because I choose to be late, reasons mainly because I feel less than enthusiastic about it. And yes, there have been occasions where I've intentionally been late for, e.g. Thai Language and Culture... ugh, bad, embarrassing memories... not being able to distinguish an aspirated 'T' from an unaspirated one...
But not this morning. Imagine my horror when I woke up and looked at the time, which was 8.31AM. My class would begin in 29 minutes. That's more than enough time to prepare, some of you might say.
Well, that's not the case with me.
You see, I'm a very high maintenance person; it takes me almost an hour to get ready for the day. If you had unruly hair, dry skin, and facial skin prone to breakouts, then you would understand the steps needed to be taken in order to get those things under control. And those steps take time.
Because I needed to wash my hair (the last time I washed my hair was Friday morning), I knew that I would take much longer in the shower. On average, I would say that I take about 12 minutes to take a shower without washing my hair (which, I do on every other day).
I got out of the shower with less than 15 minutes to spare. A few minutes were wasted on dragging myself out of bed, gathering toiletries, and walking to and from the bathroom.
The thing that puzzles me is how I managed to sleep through the alarm. I don't quite remember even hearing it. Maybe I do, just vaguely, but that would probably just be me inventing a memory just to make myself feel better.
Nevertheless, I did get to class, and not more than 5 minutes late. There were others who came later.
Although I applaud myself for beating the clock, this is not something I want to repeat. Ever. Not a fun experience, especially getting some acne medication in the nose...
