I always like to sleep as much as possible before class. I don't want to interrupt the great dream I am usually having.
I roll over casually to look at my clock and see what time it is. Class starts at 10:30 so I want to wake up with enough time to shower, brush my teeth, lose my car keys. Sure enough, I only have ten minutes until I need to be there.
Thus, I am rudely awakened (literally and figuratively) when I find out I am late.
I am never on time. I just can't do it. I just imagine Father Time shaking his head judgmentally at me. Every day of my life.
Whatever man. Get a job.
Anyway, I scramble (like eggs) and try to get all of my things together for the day. I race up to class. Luckily, my car is super fast and trusty so this only takes WAY LONGER THAN IT IS SUPPOSED TO.
Now, I never plan ahead. I need something printed out for my first class and refused to take care of this ahead of time.
I sprint to the computer lab. I have ONE MINUTE. Thus, there is no choice but to address the sudden increase in personal threat level.
It is only after I arrive at a computer do I realize how screwed I truly am. First I must log-in. Username. Password. Security question.
Technology.
The computer loads. I panic.
FINALLY! IN THE COMPUTER.
Now I must open Firefox, download my file, open it in word and then print it out.
Easier said than done.
Firefox is always a little bitch and takes a good two minutes to load.
Firefox my ass. More like liarfox.
Firefox OPENED. File dowloadinggggggg....
DOWNLOADED.
NOW I have to open Microsoft Word...
Worst. Thing. Ever.
I panic. Again.
Drama.
FINALLY I get my paper printed. And sprint down to class to proudly turn in my scholarly reflection.
In the end, I experience another pointlessly stressful encounter that could have been solved by me planning ahead. I can only think of my Dad in times like this who always has some profound piece of advice or gem about life to give me.
Thus, I am rudely awakened (literally and figuratively) when I find out I am late.
I am never on time. I just can't do it. I just imagine Father Time shaking his head judgmentally at me. Every day of my life.
Whatever man. Get a job.
Anyway, I scramble (like eggs) and try to get all of my things together for the day. I race up to class. Luckily, my car is super fast and trusty so this only takes WAY LONGER THAN IT IS SUPPOSED TO.
Now, I never plan ahead. I need something printed out for my first class and refused to take care of this ahead of time.
I sprint to the computer lab. I have ONE MINUTE. Thus, there is no choice but to address the sudden increase in personal threat level.
It is only after I arrive at a computer do I realize how screwed I truly am. First I must log-in. Username. Password. Security question.
Technology.The computer loads. I panic.
Now I must open Firefox, download my file, open it in word and then print it out.
Easier said than done.
Firefox is always a little bitch and takes a good two minutes to load.
Firefox my ass. More like liarfox.
Firefox OPENED. File dowloadinggggggg....
NOW I have to open Microsoft Word...
Worst. Thing. Ever.
I panic. Again.
Drama.FINALLY I get my paper printed. And sprint down to class to proudly turn in my scholarly reflection.
In the end, I experience another pointlessly stressful encounter that could have been solved by me planning ahead. I can only think of my Dad in times like this who always has some profound piece of advice or gem about life to give me.
Rule #76: No excuses, play like a champion.
Either plan ahead or plan adead.
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