This isn’t that first time I’ve been late to something. I think I get it from my parents, especially my mom. They have the be early to everything. Example: If a movie starts at 7:15, most people get there around 7:15. My parents have their tickets and are seated at 7:00. I’ve concluded that their chronic earliness has caused a reverse psychological effect making me late for everything. I have compiled a list of things I have been late for. You will not see that list, however, since it is incredibly long, so I’ll just tell you about the most recent and important.

The top of the list is my junior prom. I was supposed to meet my group at 6:15 to take pictures, get in the limo, and go out to eat. My date called me at 6:05 or so asking where I was because they were ready to go. I was just picking up my alcohol for prom and the beach trip that followed. I still had to drop the alcohol for the beach off at a friend’s house, go to Bi-Lo for some pine apple juice and cups, and drive across town to the meeting place. By the time my date and I took pictures and loaded the coolers, everybody was piled in the party bus we rented ready to go. Nobody was really that mad at me, especially since I organized the whole thing for our group, but my date did show her lack of appreciation for my tardiness. Then she got drunk and forgot.

Second is my senior orientation. It started at 9:00, but asking me to get up before 9:00 during the summer is like asking me to kill somebody. I can’t do it unless there is money involved. I opened the auditorium doors at around 9:35, still wet from a shower and in wrinkled clothes that I found on my floor. Everybody looked at me, then the speech resumed. My mom was there, and had probably been there since 8:30, so she was probably ticked, but didn’t express it.

To save you, the reader, and myself time, this third instance of lateness will be the last that I discuss today. A few Saturdays ago, I was supposed to go to the movies with my friend at 1:00 PM. She had to work at 5:00 so the 1:00 was our only choice. It is a 35 minute drive to the movies where she lives, so I figured if I was up at around 11:30 I would be fine. I did not take into account that if I went to a party and got wasted the night before, I might have to set my alarm to get up that early the next morning. I woke up at 12:30, so there was no way to make it on time. Luckily, she forgave me, and we just hung out at her apartment until she went to work.

So in conclusion, I suggest that you learn from my mistakes and start being punctual! I have to go now, I have to have my sister at dancing at 6:30 and it’s…6:26.