As most of you know, Mondays and Wednesdays are my busy days. Now the good thing is that my two favorite classes are Monday/Wednesday, but unfortunately I also have classes back to back from 10-3, so I don't really get a chance to eat lunch on Monday/Wednesday. The first week or two I tried the whole not eating thing ---ya that didn't work well at all. So generally what I end up doing is making a mad dash from my leadership class to the cafeteria where I proceed to scramble to get something to go before I run off to Spanish, usually all in about 8 minutes. Well today my leadership class got out a few minutes late, literally only about 5 minutes. No big deal right? WRONG. Remember the value of five minutes. Loosing those five minutes meant that I now only had 3 to get food and get to class. I opted for lunch. No one wants to listen to my tummy rumble for the next two hours, I reasoned, and besides being a minute or two late to Spanish wouldn't be the end of the world.
So at 12:24 I grab my chicken sandwich and mac and cheese (which are both actually really good here) and start to book it to my 12:30 Spanish class. I have my lunch in one hand, ID and Dr. Pepper in the other and am 100% focused on getting to class ASAP. I was feeling pretty good, 12:28 and almost to the building, this was going to work out fine after all, no big deal.
Then I was introduced to my new bff Mr Mudd puddle. Before I knew what was happening, I was completely off balance and slipping ankle deep into a nice big mud hole. The next thing I knew I was standing covered in Dr. Pepper with my left foot ankle deep in mud. FANTASTIC.
I cleaned myself up as best I could and finally arrived at class....at 12:40.
BUT I did get my lunch.
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