A Close Call

6:56 am. I woke up this morning tired and couldn't help thinking, "Crud! Should I get ready for 0 period or...was it modified." I forget to turn on my alarm the night before and I had to trust my instincts that it was modified...so I set my alarm on to 7:20 am fifteen minutes later, so I'd get ready.

I ended up waking up at 7:17 am and got out of bed, dressing myself as I wait for my alarm to beep. Then my I took my time in the bathroom to get my hair ready and brush my teeth...and splash the cold water in my face to get myself awake. My dad broke the clock in the bathroom the other day, so I wasn't sure whether it was ten minutes in there or so. But afterwards as I sat to eat a bowl of cereal and soy milk as usual, I looked up to the clock. 7:17 am. Wait...what? Wasn't it just 7:17 am a few minutes ago? So, I went to my room and checked my alarm clock. 7:56 am. Looked up at my wall clock. 7:56 am. To make sure, I rummaged through my backpack for my cell phone and checked again. 7: 17 am. My dad must have forgotten to fix the time when he put up my wall clock after he remodeled my room. Better early then late. Actually more like "early." Before I went back to eat, I wanted to check the list on the refrigerator from the school planner I ripped off for sure to see if it was a modified. "Modified Days: ...January 15." Oh, okay. Wait...well...alright.

7:45 am. And so, my dad drove Alex and I to school as usual, but without Patrick (Alex's friend; neighbor) because he was sick and, my dad was driving instead of my mom today. But even so, as we reached school, there were lots of cars driving along the school-side. So then I thought to myself, "I hope it's not 0 period, yet." 7:56 am.

And so I walk on campus, walking towards the gate that leads straight to tables outside the cafeteria where my friends usually we're. Then I heard a short bell. The warning bell...for 0 period? or...

I saw a few people walking outside, but they seemed rushed...and they seemed to be heading to class. "Uh oh." I followed my instincts to walk faster to the foreign language halls. "Why the farthest hall...why the farthest room..." Room 206. I walked faster and as I was right outside the halls. RING! Darn! Saw a kid run ahead of me and had to copy along with him. I ran halfway down the hall, then slowed down to a fast walk again as I reached the door. Room 206. Opened the door, and right away, my distractable Spanish teacher looked away with a phone call and I sneaked quickly to my seat right next to the door. Thank gosh I have a chair near the door now.

So...I missed 0 period. At least I didn't get a tardy detention. 8:01 am.