I woke this morning
at 6.36 AM.
Being a pesimistic person that I was, I didn't think I could make it. What with having to be on the premises at 7 o'clock sharp and everything, and the obsessive punctuality that SBM has (the doors are locked at 7 on-the-dot, there are even staff members that hang around there in the morning to do the merciless door-locking), its
crazy to even think about getting ready at this hour.
But, I did anyway.
I managed to shower (lets not go into details) and threw on whatever piece of clothing I saw first when I opened my closet (lucky for me it was a decent shirt and black trousers).
I ran to the car and drove off like hell (well, at least as fast as my Mommy would permit me to).
No red lights.
(Almost) no annoying motorcycles.
And the most amazing thing?
I made it.
At 6.59 AM - breathless, hair rather ruffled, and still with a just-woke-up-from-bed face -
I stood in front of the doors to the auditorium.
I made it to class that morning.
Man, was I lucky.