Like usual, I woke up in an optimistic mindset about my day. I got dressed, danced in my mirror, kissed my boyfriend and was off to class.
Except, I wasn’t off to class. When I went to crank my car, I found my key bent in half by some unfathomable force. This is a good time to mention that the class I was headed to has a zero tardy policy.To be more specific, the classroom door will shut and lock at 9:30 a.m. Naturally, I panicked and emailed my professor with a picture of my key and a description of my situation. I never got an email back.
I finally roped a friend into giving me a ride to class. However, when I arrived, my worst fears were confirmed. It was past 9:30 a.m. and the door was locked. I knocked and knocked. No one came to my rescue. Finally, I sank to the floor with my ear against the door, trying to get some sort of education today.
I laid there listening for about 10 minutes until a girl finally opened the door. I fell in and the entire classroom stared.
I stood up and said, “I’ve been sitting out here for so long, can I come in now?”
All my professor said was, “Oh, we didn’t hear you knock. I got your email, yes you can come in.”
I couldn’t get to the prime seat I had assigned myself the first day of class because my tardiness lead another student to take it. So, I sat my rear-end down in the back of the class and considered it a good day just to have gotten to be there.