Yes people, that is right. Jillian Hazel is now a criminal.
It all started out innocently enough. I woke up half an hour late because I was having this insane dream that I had to test the snooze button on all these alarm clocks...not realizing I was really pushing the snooze on my own. I got up, showered and got ready in a hurry, and went upstairs.
By this time, it was the time I normally leave because I couldn't find anything to wear. I tried to grab food as quickly as I could, but the toaster takes some time, and my mom needed to talk to me about my weekend plans. Fifteen minutes late, I walked out the door.
My schedule allows for exactly 15 minutes of flex time between when I should arrive @ Whatcom and when my first class starts. So if I found an immediate parking spot, I wouldn't be too late.
Then I got stuck behind a school bus. On the Guide. It stopped at like every other house...and I couldn't pass it because I was on the Guide. Finally I was able to turn off onto Horton, and then I began flying down Cordata. My class started at 8:30, and it was 8:29.
You can see where this is going, right?
I didn't see the motorcycle cop til it was too late. I looked down at my speedometer...yikes. So, it happened. I got my first ticket. According to my parents, it was inevitable with my lead foot tendencies, but why did it have to happen today of all days?
I was 15 minutes late to my class.