Date: 6/17/2026
By thetruecall
I was in college. I was late to class in the same manner over and over again. And I was not prepared for the same classes in the same way again and again as well. It went something like this. I was late to an English class. Then I needed/wanted to wear a white collared shirt to my next class, so I went to a clothing store, something like Dillards I think, and looked, but never found what I wanted, then I started running out of time, so I hurried to history class, but I was late there too. Sometimes I walked with people I knew. The last time i did this, I found a long tree branch that had fallen to the ground that had a series of skateboard wheels attached to it. I broke off two skateboard-length pieces, each with wheels on the front and back, and used one to ride to my second class, with the other somehow attached to my back to use in case the the one I was riding broke. At some point I had a chance to explain to one of the professors why I was repeatedly late, but I’m not sure he cared all that much about why.