My Journey to Class

On my first day of class I was running a little late, as usual. This time it wasn't too much my fault because I didn't plan on it taking that long to get here. I usually try to plan ahead but end up cutting it pretty close..or maybe it's all in my mind that I'm already late, I'm not sure. I just believe I usually end up to class right on time, if you know what I mean. I've only had one class that ever went to the stadium, which was only for an art show. I don't think I time-managed myself very well. I walked everywhere, usually. In fact, I haven't taken a bus or anything this year to get to class (not knowing when they come and a mild winter helps). I was worried I wouldn't be able to find the class and I definitely guessed. I got a little lost, which didn't help and the sign on the door for the class room number wasn't very visible. In my defense that didn't help my problems. Nonetheless, I found my way to the class and took a seat closest to the front. It's actually a blessing it ended up that way. I have trouble paying attention a lot, so being in the front is good for me to not get as distracted. Plus I don't have to worry about not being able to see, thus helps me achieve academic success (in some sense) in class (I'd like to think).