So my last class of the day is English, which my band director teaches.

(He's great: super chill, rarely any tests or if we have them they're very easy)

Regardless, I was talking with the guys in percussion I'm friends with about the cadence for summer band this year in their last period classroom before I went to mine (The cadence is the song percussion plays when the rest of the band isn't playing)

I then left to go to my class.

Here's the trick though: No clocks on the way to the classroom.

So I'm walking down to the room, my teacher is standing outside of the room.

I say hi, he says hi back, and then the bell rings.

I'm three feet from the door.

"Awww, Katelyn you're tardy!"

"NOOOO PLEASE DON'T GIVE ME A TARDY I ALREADY GOT ONE THIS WEEEEEEKKKKK!"

I go in the room, sit down, my friend laughs because that's what good friends do.

I then raise my hand.

"Yes Katelyn?"

"Okay I have a good reason for my tardy: I was talking about the cadence and Estancia and stuff and we were looking at sheet music. Very important stuff."

"Yes that's important but what about English?"

I almost talked my way out of that one whyyyyyyy