Yes, there I was with a bow in my hair and my nice shiny shoes that match my satchel, my polyester stripey top with matching pants from Sears, and it was 11 minutes until class and I wondered why it was so easy to park and why the classroom wasn't open yet yada yada yada and why I was the only one waiting to get in. This is at strident odds with the me of 1-12 grades.
So, yeah: nerd. It's what I've become.
Oh--wait!!! I'm a faux nerd: a true nerd would have come in on the right date, right?
At least I'm not late.
Oops! Oh well. At least you looked fabulous
If you have a good instructor, you'll really enjoy micro. If you have an instructor like mine, much better early than late.
You're not late, everyone else is behind the curve.
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