I got lucky

Dirty readers.

That's not the kind of lucky I'm talking about (or at least writing about).

This morning I rolled over a few times, thinking somewhere in the back of my mind that it was light outside.

But I didn't bother to look at the time since my alarm hadn't gone off.

When I finally decided to take a peak at the alarm clock, I saw a 7. Then a 3. Then a 6.

!

7:36?! F*ck. I teach at 8am.

Somehow, I was up, dressed, brushed, and in my car by 7:46.

Nothing like complete panic to get you out the door.

I drove to campus and parked illegally in the parking lot across from the building where I teach. I have a campus permit, but not for that lot. I decided it was better to take my chances.

I was in the building by 7:58.

I was amazed.

Luckily I had the foresight to email my lecture notes to myself the night before, and I was able to pull them up and print them out within the computer classroom I teach in.

I muddled through the lecture in my 8am class (I hate days when I actually have to teach grammar), and was more on my game by the second class.

I rushed over to the parking lot so that I could move my car, praying that I wouldn't have a parking ticket.

At first, I thought I was in the clear, but then I saw the slip of paper under my wiper.

Damn.

It was a parking citation, but it was only a warning!

They didn't charge me anything since I do have a permit and have no previous citations.

Oh boy did I get lucky.

How I managed to not only get to campus on time looking somewhat respectable, teach two classes, and not get a parking ticket despite having parked illegally, I don't know.

The biggest offense is that I'm wearing a sweater when it's 70 some degrees outside.

But I can live with that.

Here's hoping the luck fairy continues to shine on me today as I finish putting together the teaching portfolio (due tomorrow) that is going to determine whether or not I get to keep my job.

But then again, I guess I need more than luck for that (though it never hurts).