Over the years I have came to realize that time is an essential key to having a decent life. For the past three years, I have worked on campus. Recently, I have been arriving late, which has been getting me in trouble. My boss called my attention last Friday and honest to God I taught I was going to get a fatty a** warning. Finally, this week I have been on time. I have no idea what is going on this semester. School has really taken a toll on me. I think I started on the wrong side of the bed this semester and its just been hard to get back in the groove of things. Over the summer, I had a life changing family experience. My mom under went heart surgery, causing a numerous amount of change in my family and my personal life. During the summer, time meant so much. How much time do I have?, will she be out soon?, will I be back on time? Many questions crossed my mind, and they were all pertaining to time.
Since I was a child, my dad was always on time. He made sure we made it to every family gathering at least 5 minutes early (uncommon for Mexican families). As I got older he noticed that none of my siblings would be on time. Consequently, he decided to forward all the clocks in the house by ten minutes. For about three months, his planed worked perfecly well, until we realized what we had done. We were able to calculate the time and his planed compleley back fired. Once I entered High School, I found the importance of time. My dad made it very clear that he would not take me to school if I was running late. I was so shocked when he told me that, that I always woke up on time. Now that I am in college I wish he was around to tell me the same thing. I have been arrving late to work for the last couple of weeks. When I went home for the wedding, he over heard me telling my brother, he walked into the room and said "Laura, Please be on time. Be grateful your boss is nice to you and she loves you, the real world would have let you go along time ago" I looked at him in complety AW! Futhermore, since I got back I have been on time. I am working on being on time to class because that is another issue.
Since I was a child, my dad was always on time. He made sure we made it to every family gathering at least 5 minutes early (uncommon for Mexican families). As I got older he noticed that none of my siblings would be on time. Consequently, he decided to forward all the clocks in the house by ten minutes. For about three months, his planed worked perfecly well, until we realized what we had done. We were able to calculate the time and his planed compleley back fired. Once I entered High School, I found the importance of time. My dad made it very clear that he would not take me to school if I was running late. I was so shocked when he told me that, that I always woke up on time. Now that I am in college I wish he was around to tell me the same thing. I have been arrving late to work for the last couple of weeks. When I went home for the wedding, he over heard me telling my brother, he walked into the room and said "Laura, Please be on time. Be grateful your boss is nice to you and she loves you, the real world would have let you go along time ago" I looked at him in complety AW! Futhermore, since I got back I have been on time. I am working on being on time to class because that is another issue.
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