My watch, which was acting like an alarm clock was going off, the noise coming from the TV that I put it on, and, unfortunately for me, it was one of those really annoying ones that would get louder and louder as you slept in... and since it was a watch, and too far away to reach, it didn't have a snooze button. I eventually woke up, the sound finally getting loud enough to pierce through my dreams, and I nearly jumped awake, only to hit my head on the iron that kept the upper bed in place. [i]Stupid bunk beds... ugh, now I've gotta get through the day with a head injury...[/i] I think as I manage to get out of my bed without hurting myself again, this time, holding my head. I pick up my watch, and press a little button on the side of it to finally turn off the alarm, and that's when I noticed something bad... [i]Crap! I slept in for ten minutes later than I usually do! if I don't hurry up, I'll miss the bus![/i] I think as I dash out of the room, and try to eat my cereal as quickly as possible, which luckily didn't result in me choking on anything. That action, did, however, tick off Mary, who was sitting on the couch and reading a newspaper as I was doing this. The reason it angered her was because she's the resident clean freak, and she, obviously, can be a little strict about certain things... such as the way I ate cereal, which was by pouring some cereal from the box right into my mouth, and then pouring in the milk afterwards to bypass that whole time-consuming spoon and bowl part. "Let me guess, you're late again," she said to me in a somehow calm voice. I nod, and Mary almost immediately heads towards the mop, and starts swearing in French under her breath. Mary wasn't actually French, but she took a few classes of it in the college, and apparently, she was getting good at it... I couldn't really tell, but I could tell she was speaking French and angry at me for, well, basically pouring the milk right onto the floor... but, I didn't have time for things like this, I had to leave.

I ran up the stairs, only falling on my face twice while doing so, and run right into a closed and locked door. "Occupied, dude!" I hear Bart shout from the other side of the door. Bart and I had classes at just about the same time, so, when I woke up late, like I kinda just did, conflicts like this tend to arise with our schedules. Unfortunately, we only had one bathroom in this dorm, and with how long Bart seemed to be taking with his shower, I was going to be very late for class again... "Could you hurry up!?" I ask Bart impatiently. He then responded with another one of his usual 'college humor' quips, and shouted back "Yeah, that's what your mom said last night!" He laughed at his own stupid joke, and I just stood there, waiting. "C'mon, where's your sense of humor?" Bart asks me. I was about to say something about his joke not really being funny at all, but he asked something else before I could "Did you hit your head on the bed frame trying to wake up again?" I muttered, though, I made sure it was loud enough for him to hear "Yes..." Bart laughs uproariously for some reason at that, and says "Ya see? That's why I love having the top bunk!" Whatever he was doing in there didn't show any signs of stopping any time soon, so I decide to skip the shower, and head into my room, locking the door before I close it. I then simply change into some clean clothes, and open the door before I run to catch the bus. 

I ran, no, sprinted towards the nearest bus stop, and though I wasted all of my energy just getting there, I made it without a second to spare. I got on the bus, and, breathing heavily, I say "Thank... you..." as I put my pass, which was good for about ten more days, in the machine. The thing made two quick beeping noises, indicating that the pass was valid, and I took my seat, nearly passing out right then and there. I suppose now would be a good time for me to explain a bit more about myself and my roommates... I was always just the 'average' guy, the guy that just sort of blended in with the crowd, the one that everyone always forgot about within a day. Well, save for those who see me every day, such as my roommates. Right, that's another thing, the dorms... they're kinda stupidly far from the actual campus, and, as such, we still had to take a bus to get to class. That, and the place is kinda small, with only two bedrooms, and one bathroom. Yes, I mentioned stairs, and yes, it has two floors... both of them small. The top floor has both of the bedrooms and the bathroom, and the bottom floor has the living room, the kitchen, and the tiny, always in use, laundry room. Normally, this whole ordeal wouldn't have happened, as I usually wake up with enough time to do what I need to do without rushing, however, lately I've been having these weird dreams about that pokemon, Arceus... whenever I try to explain, Mary asks me to clean up whatever mess I just made, Bart just laughs and says "Yeah, you're just getting obsessed over that little game, aren't ya?" I stopped playing that game a while ago, sure, I had the latest version, and have beaten it, but I was far from obsessed, he was just trying to make a joke, or something... oh, and Maria, the one that I have yet to see today? Well, she's usually asleep at this time, and she'd just tell me to go away, or throw a pillow at me to get me to leave the room, and let her sleep... yeah, she is, thanks to her class schedule, nocturnal, or at least trying to be.

The bus finally made it to my stop, and after getting off, I ran right to my class, possibly running into or running over a few other people in the process. I quickly apologized whenever I ran into someone, and, finally making it to my class, I take my seat, and the professor enters the room the second afterwards. Sweat covered my face and most of the rest of me, and I really didn't smell nice after having to skip that shower, and the professor, after making a sound that told me he was disgusted, asks "Erm, Roger... why are you out of breath, and why do you smell like a dumpster?" I explained how I was almost late for class, and he just laughs, saying "You really shouldn't stay up so late," I just answered with "Yeah, sure," though, I probably wasn't going to listen to his 'advice' just due to the fact that he's not my mother, and I usually go to bed kinda early, anyways... of course, I left out the part about the weird dream because it just felt stupid to try to explain that to the entire class. The professor then hands out a paper that explains what we were supposed to do for homework today, which was to make your own (primitive) original game... this was just about the time that I wished I could figure out that idea I kinda have for a game, and, trying to complete the idea made me miss a lot of the lecture, not that it wasn't anything that wasn't in the book, and nothing I couldn't just read up before I actually do my homework, but, that unfinished idea just kept sort of haunting me throughout class, and even the small period of time I could get something to eat after class. I just couldn't finish this new idea, no matter what I tried.