I Hate Late
I woke up early in the morning today since I wanted to put something in my blog today. I thought that if I get to school by 7:30, I could use my 30 mins to put my thoughts into writing. 6:30 and I’m done with my breakfast. However, my roommate asked me to wait for her. So there. I waited until 7. Gee, my sched has just been altered.
So then, I patiently waited for her to finish her morning ritual and all that.. When we reached the bus stop, there’s no bus. And all the vehicles are moving a centimeter every minute.
I was sweating and so worried that we won’t be able to catch our 8am class! No buses! Why?!?!?!
We walked to look for a bus and after 15 minutes, we found one. And it can only accomodate one! So we had no choice. I left my roommate.. If only I knew we’ll separate, I didn’t have to wait for her in the first place. It was already 15 minutes before 8 when the vehicles started moving. The bus driver, knowing that everyone was in a hurry and has a class or work to catch up, rushed! and five minutes before 8, I found myself standing infront of the school gate.
So I rushed to the stairs and into the class room, sweating like a pig and my heart beating as if it could ruin my chest. I got really nervous but eventually I made it in time.
Thank God I was able to reach my seat before my terror Physics Professor came..
I really hate being late.. I’ll make sure this won’t happen again.. How? hmmmm…
Anyway, I’m just glad I was able to express my feelings here..
I hate late..