thesnowman36

I catch myself in a yawn on the elevator down to the ground floor of my dormitory. I woke up this morning laying on the floor, holding a pack of fruit gushers, and wearing my room mates underwear. That's your basic college blackout. Everyone else here is looking for the same thing; a release from the academic pressure. With my newly showered body and groggy demeanor I would have fit right in a few hours ago. I say a few hours ago, because right at the moment it's about half past one. There's an English class I'm supposed to be in haste to attend but I have a little cloud named hangover floating above me.

I'm not going to be late. That is unacceptable. You have to be punctual. You always have to be punctual. There is no excuse for being tardy, none at all. I would never be late to such an occasion as this. I am to be commended for my bravery and honored for my courage. My duty is fully rendered and then some.