“BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ” , my phone alarm had just went off. “Ugh, I’m not ready to leave bed yet”, I thought to myself. I rolled over my bed to see the time and I quickly turned off my alarm. It was 6 am and I was not ready to be up. “SLAM” the door closed, another reminder that it was now time to get ready for class, my cousin just left for work and somehow my mind did not comprehend that message. “It is now 6:30 Frances, you have to get up now; or give up your morning shower”. I had finally gotten myself out of bed. “Why in the world did I take an 8:30 morning class?
”, I wondered as I got into the shower. “What am I going to do with my hair? ”, I thought while looking at my reflection in the mirror. Regretfully I had washed my hair the night before, it now favored somewhat of a birds nest when I woke up. “Hopefully a few hair pins will do the trick”, I thought as I quickly shoved a pin in every corner of my hair. I had really wanted to make a good first impression on the teacher and future friends but between my lack of time and prioritizing, I couldn’t care less at that moment. “BUZZZ”, My phone was once again vibrating.
“It cannot possibly be 7:30, I’m not ready to leave yet! ” I said out loud. Relieved, I noticed it was my best friend calling me to send her best wishes on my first day, but she did not end the conversation there. My friend then went on to talk about her problems which were irrelevant to my current situation,“… and I saw him kiss the other girl who was not his girlfriend and she is in a re-”, “I gotta go” I cut her off. As much as I wish I could spend the time gossiping with her , I had class which took priority over that and I needed to get on the road already. BEEEEEP, I slammed my car horn.
The Essay on African Hair Styles Time Women Africa
African hair sculpture is what they call it and Africa and to them it is an art. Africans hardly ever leave their hair or their body plain or in the book, it says "natural" state. It says that they spend a lot of time and energy on grooming and self-admiration. Sounds like it's the same way there as it is here because I love to "groom." Ha ha. Anyway, it says they spend a lot of time on their hair ...
“Why does no one use their blinker down here, we have them for a reason! ” I ranted to myself in the car. This was the first time, in a long time, that I had driven at 7:30 in the morning, I was hardly ever up at 7:30 for any matter. As I went on the GA-400 ramp, I could see traffic was backed up for miles. After 20 minutes of being stuck in the morning traffic, I was had grown furious,tired and to make things worse, my car smelled like the cigarettes from the driver next to me. My morning sucked and the only thing that would make me feel better was to sing very loud and bad to my car radio.
“Good morning Atlanta…car insurance…call Ken”, there were so many commercials playing all at the same time. After switching through endless commercials on my radio, I finally came on to a station that was actually playing music, I smiled. 20 minutes later, The traffic finally passed and I sped off of the highway. When my GPS updated, it had advised me that I would not reach the school till 8:20. “Sweet Baby Jesus, why is this happening to me? ” I cried in endless frustration. “I’m gonna be so late…I give up… I’m going to drop this class… 8:30 does not work for me”, I argued.
My anxiety started to creep up on me as I slowly became extremely hot and my heartbeat started to pulsate at a quick pace, all I pictured was the embarrassment I would face if I were to be kicked out of the class because of my tardiness. To my surprise, I actually did make it at 8:20. “Thank goodness, I’m on time, but why is there no parking?! ”. After 5 minutes of driving around I finally was able to find a parking spot that was probably the furthest spot from the building that my class was held in. “Hey, do you know where this class is? ” I asked the guy next to me while I pointed to my schedule.
“Yep it’s right there” as he pointed to the door directly in front of us. Wow I felt like a spaz, to my surprise there was only 3 other people in the class. I conveniently sat in the middle row, by my friends but also close enough to hear the Professor. Suddenly I noticed the students all had their textbooks, mine had yet to arrive from my Amazon order! After a few minutes of silence, I asked the students if we were supposed to bring in our textbooks. This brought about a long conversation between myself and two other student, Yosef and Ottavia, who I would later befriend in the conversation.
The Essay on Another Day Class Morning Shower
Puzzled and startled I turned over in my bed. The hideous noise that woke me up won't stop! So I get out of my bed and slip on my sandals. Trotting all the way across the room, I trip over various obstacles before finally reaching the source of the noise. I hit the snooze button and dread another day. With more and more procrastination as each minute passes I attempt to get ready for class. My ...
By 9:00 we snapped back into reality, after a long conversation regarding our attendance and preparation for the class. Yousef then took a look onto his iCollege account, something Ottavia and I had yet to do. After Yousef had announced to us that class was cancelled through an e-mail sent to all students the day before, I grew relieved. I could have avoided all of the morning mess if I had just checked on my account! As I left that class, I reassured myself that I would never be late again. “Don’t press snooze, don’t press snooze,” I repeated to myself as I made my way back home.
