I am not a morning person. I had this dramatic realization one day as I was making the walk of shame from the auditorium entrance to the front of the band room. I handed the director my 38th tardy slip of the year as sixty of my closest peers and fellow musicians watched my every move. As I returned to my chair, and begun to organize my music, I glanced at the clock which read 7:47, I had missed the government mandated time of arrival by two minutes. The consequences of that morning’s offense landed me with yet another one hour detention.
In my twelve years of schooling I have never been the trouble maker. In fact until my junior year I had never seen the inside of the detention room. Yet, everything changed these past two years as my accumulation of tardy slips made me quite familiar with being detained. I have had countless hours to sit in the student services one conference room, and stare at the same four ridiculous posters. Each has a different picture of a huskie accompanied by an inspirational quote clearly designed to deter our current lawless propensities. Every saying has the same gist which is basically that we have all made bad choices, but were in fact not bad people.
I did, however, ponder my punctuality during those occasions as I pretended to be interested in that evening’s calculus homework and the supervisor paced the room stopping only to criticize my asking for an eraser. I eventually came to accept some responsibility for my tardiness. Some. For one fourth of my infractions were due to traffic accidents, another half was due to my friend who said she would be down in 2 minutes then proceeded to walk out the door fifteen minutes later, and the remaining fourth were because my bed was simply to comfortable to leave and I am a senior so why get up.  
I suppose I may interrupt our band director’s critical reading of the written announcements on the whiteboard, thereby severely impacting my peers understanding of such vital information as band spirit week and ensuring full participation in denim day. For such heinous acts I suppose I do deserve an hour my life spent pondering the aforementioned inspirational posters. However, after my sixth encounter with said posters I am not sure they are having their intended effect, but one can hope. In the future I am going to do my best to end my life of crime, but the true test will come about 6:25 am tomorrow morning. I will keep you posted.