The Opera And Other Matters

I had my first 8 a.m. class this morning, and had asked my mom (who leaves the house at 6:30) to wake me up before she left, because I knew I couldn’t wake myself up.  I set two timers anyhow, one for 6:30 and one for 6:45.

Apparently, my mom forgot to wake me up, because at about 6:37, when she was already gone, I was woken up a completely different way.

I heard, loud and clear, Milo’s voice say, “Ashley!” in an urgent tone, like, “You overslept!”, which is what I thought he was going to tell me.  I sat straight up, panicked because I knew I had overslept for my very first class, and excited by the fact that Milo had come in to wake me up.

But then, looking around in the darkness, I realized there was nobody there–except, of course, for Han Solo, who was standing watch by my bed.  I assumed Milo had shut the door and walked out, so I called, “Milo?”, wondering what it was he had wanted, if it wasn’t to wake me up—why hadn’t he waited?  There was no answer.  So then I glanced around again, wondering, in those early-morning moments where you’re not exactly cohesive, whether he was hiding behind something, or perhaps under the bed—but hearing no sound, I then looked hard at Han Solo…but the voice hadn’t been his, it had clearly been Milo’s.  Eventually I awoke completely and realized what was going on.  I hadn’t even been dreaming, either—at least, not that I can recall—I have no memory of a dream last night or this morning at all.

I ended up being only five minutes late to class, but that was so not my fault!  I’ve never been on 295 that early in the mornings.  I didn’t know traffic slowed down so much it actually stopped—several times!  The trip that normally takes me 15 minutes took 35!  Knowing this now, I will have to start getting up and leaving my house even earlier on Tuesdays and Thursdays.

Fortunately, it’s for a good cause. I do believe that I shall really enjoy Journalism.  My teacher definitely comes off as more of a Lupin than a Lockhart.  And Monica is in there with me!

American History and Women’s Studies I think I shall definitely enjoy, too.  My teacher is fantastic—she’s got just the sweetest disposition, and the classes seem really interesting, too.

In other news, Katie and I are going to the opera on Friday, and because we are huge dorks, we have decided to go dressed in formal wear—like, prom dresses—as they did in olden days.

I’m really enjoying Les Miserables—the book, I mean.  (I already love the show.)  I still have quite a long way to go, but I really feel for these characters!  Victor Hugo is flawless in describing what is going through his characters’ heads–but I’ll probably add more on that later.  Got to get ready for work now.


Author: GinnyJones

I was born on 3/5/97 in this horrible small town in southern Virginia. Now I live in Jacksonville, Florida and I am here to tell you about my life--my friends, my family, love, school, work, extra-curriculars--minus specifics, of course. What I Do: I'm in school full-time getting my AA. I used to work part-time as the secretary for a small property management business; now I work in a university cafeteria, which is a major improvement! It's harder work, but the people make up for it. Things I Like: Harrison Ford, Harry Potter, Doctor Who, Sherlock, Emmy Rossum, Shameless (US), Being Human (UK & US), The Walking Dead, Once Upon A Time, Superman, comic conventions, cosplay...I could go on. But I won't. Cast of Characters: - Mom and Dad: my parents - Sister/Psychobrat: my younger sister - Brother: my even younger brother - Cortney and Nicole: my best friends - Milo: the guy I love - Tinny: my work friend - Kristen: friend from school - Katie: friend from school - Jenna and Kara: sister friends - The Ex: Milo's evil ex

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