Being Late

I hate being late. I pride myself on being punctual. It's a trait that I admire in others, and one that I practice on a daily basis.

I had a class field trip yesterday to Dana Point. We were to learn about the features of Dana Point, and how they were formed. It's quite interesting actually.

I had set my alarm (at least I thought I did) to wake me up at 7:45. I had to be at the beach by 9:00.

I woke up at 8:45, and screamed all the way out the door. I hate being late. I especially hate being late for a class that I adore.

I may or may not have drove down the freeway at an alarming speed.

Being late seriously kills me. I tell you, my life is dramatic. :D