So, really quick funny story. I have class early every morning. 8 am. Anyone who knows me has their jaw on the floor right now. Yes, I do actually go to class. Its really quite the miracle.
I am, however, always late.
Again, anyone who knows me knows that late is the nickname most professors, dentists, and boyfriends give me. I once had a boyfriend break up with me because I showed up two hours late to our date. I did give him warning. I even told him to go home and watch a movie or something. Its not my fault that he sat at the skating rink (five minute walk from his house, really.) for the whole two hours being really bored. He really had no other reason to break up with me. Petty. Granted, I am slightly worried that I will someday show up late to my own wedding.
Today, I had a paper due. Last time I had a paper due, despite planning an extra half hour for unforeseen circumstances, unforeseen circumstances caused me to be half an hour late.
I was late today.
I was only maybe seven or eight minutes late. That's really not terrible, right? As we were leaving class however, one of my classmates confided in me that they took bets on when I would show up and that she had won.
They took bets.
So now I would like to muse on this concept for a little while. Some might be confused as to why I would be worried about showing up late to my own wedding. Its really my choice whether I'm going to be late or not, right? Based on the other choices I make? Well, you could always get up three hours early to show up two and a half hours early to be absolutely sure you will not be late.
I understand this.
There is a limit to how much you can do this before it starts interfering with the rest of your life. I figure if I want to show up to my wedding on time, I will simply have to plan everything out far in advance and triple check everything to make sure that on the actual day I have nothing to do but get ready and show up.
I still plan on getting married in the afternoon.
Somehow I think I would still manage to be late to a morning one.
Regardless, there must be a happy balance between planning well in order to be on time and having enough time for all of the other things you have to do in your life. I certainly have not found it. Some people seem to be effortlessly good at it. They are always on time and they're doing things ten minutes, five minutes before they need to be somewhere.
When I plan it, there is nothing in between being two hours early and five minutes late. If I happen to show up at some time between those two, it is a fluke. Nothing I plan ever works that way. I must have some sort of incompatibility with the space-time continuum. A time weakness. Anything. Maybe the rest of the people in the world are all super heroes laughing and playing a trick on me. Its starting to seem plausible.
Yesterday, my alarm went off to warn me that my class started in fifteen minutes. The walk over there is five. Three times as much time to get there should be enough, right? I was hungry though, and I knew of a vending machine three minutes away that had my favorite cookies. Three minutes there, a couple getting the cookies, three minutes back, and then five to class. I should have been able to do it and still get to class a couple of minutes early.
I didn't want to risk it. Things go wrong for me in situations such as those. Somehow, I would be five minutes late if I tried it. So I went resignedly down the stairs on my way to class. My path happened to go through the school food court. There, I saw one of my classmates from the class that started soon. My eyes followed him as he walked in the opposite direction with intent. I was slightly confused but turned back towards my goal...
...
where I walked into another classmate from that same class. I greeted him with "hi, what's up." and he told me that he was going to the food court to get something to eat. In confusion I asked him if class was cancelled or something. We only had a few minutes to get to class, right? He looked at me weirdly and said, "I've got time." as he began to walk away. I mumbled something about having seen another of our classmates heading the wrong way, that it had made me wonder, and that I'd see him in class.
Then I walked to class.
I was ten minutes early. I dropped my stuff off and decided I had enough time to head to the bathroom really quickly. I couldn't have taken more than a few minutes. When I got back though, there were the two classmates I had run into sitting there eating their food like it was no big deal. How did they do that?? Did they take their enchilada on a plate, hold it down somehow, and sprint back here? Every time I had tried to get food fifteen minutes before class, no matter how simple and easy the food, (once it was a freakin' slice of bread) I was five minutes late.
The only possible conclusion is that they are superheroes, or it takes me a lot longer than I think to use the bathroom.
Maybe that's the answer to all of my time conundrums.
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