schoole daze

as i wake up to the hard sound of a fist knocking on my bedroom door, i realize there must be something wrong. what time is it? 8 oclock...i'm late. put a few things together and run out the door. jump into my car and drive at the speed of light, to school, in hopes that i won't be late for my first class....again. arrive on campus ten minutes early for class...surprisingly. made it for class just in time, if it wasn't for the stairs, i would have been early. but none the less, i made it and that's that. so now, 616 and i'm sitting in another class. 9 to about 830...that's my day. and will be the outline of my days for the next three months. but, that's life, right?