I wake up every morning at the perfect time where I’m able to get ready for the day and still make it to where I need to be at the precise time. Every morning I wake up at exactly 6:40, I get dressed, start my car, come back inside brush my teeth, and always make sure we’re out the door by 7:00 giving us time to pick up friends who need a ride and still arrive at 7:10, giving us 10 minutes to relax before school. I always arrive on time, despite the newly learned unprofessional slow drivers. 

But one specific morning I woke up a little late, and when I finally fully awoke, I realized this is going to ruin everything. I get dressed quickly and hoped in my car the fastest I ever had. “We’re doing well with time,” I tell my sister, she agrees. We’re chugging along going well over the speed limit making incredible time, I shout out “I hope I don’t get pulled over,” and anxiously laugh. As we approach a big hill, we saw the unthinkable, a huge line of 25 cars and a bus. I thought to myself why does it take to 25 minutes to only drive a 12-minute route, I don’t get it. I feel so frustrated because I’m late, and driving is what I love to do, so when I’m late because of driving it almost feels like I lost the race.  If you’re not gonna go faster than the speed limit then get out of the way, hate and anger boil inside of me. I think to myself I really want to give them the bird. I hesitate, it takes everything inside of me to tell myself “I’m better than that.” 

As we slowly creep down the hill with nothing but cars insight, I see something odd, it’s a car parked off to the side of the road, but not any car an unmarked state trooper. I laugh in relief, this whole time I was getting mad at the slow drivers but it was the slow drivers who just saved me from a $200--or more--ticket.