Narration: Graduation.
I have always been known to be the person who shows up late for everything. Maybe it is because of my African descent. Africans are considered the most unpunctual people in the world, and they will tell you if they are asked. Time management seems to be a problem for them, and i am no exception. I am late to everything, and i was even late to my own high school graduation, the most important time in my life.
It just so happened that the 3rd of June, 2009 was the day designed for my high school class to graduate. I woke up pretty early, i don’t know if it was out of excitement, but also my house was full with cousins who came to support me. So i woke up whenever they did, and on this day, they woke up early. On that day, i felt a little nervous and also stressful because i received phone calls from family and friends all over the country and had to keep up with my hair appointment. My hair appointment was at 8:30 a.m. and i left the house at exactly that time. When i got to the salon, my hair dresser was busily working on another client’s hair so i had to sit around for a while. When it was finally my turn, i mounted up on the stool and the work on my hair began.
Unfortunately for me, the hair dresser took longer than i had anticipated. A work that i though would take about an hour and a half ended up taking three hours. I didn’t leave the store until 12:30 p.m. and i had to be at the graduation in thirty minutes. I got home, shortly after and because i had not taken my bath, i rushed to the bathroom, took a very quick shower and came out. My clothes were not ready so i had to plead with my sister to help me out. I got dressed, tried to look my best in thirty seconds. By the time i was all set to leave for my graduation, the time was 1:30 p.m. I was thirty minutes behind time. Honestly, i was so confused and my nervousness raged out of proportion. I kept asking myself, what if they did not allow me to graduate because i was late? What if i become an object of ridicule because I’m late? The number of “what if” questions were countless.
Fortunately, i was late but everyone received me kindly. I remember, as soon as i drove in with my brother, the man directing the cars yelled out to me and said, “hey! that graduate needs to be in there right now!” Immediately, i jumped out of the car, with my graduation robe, all out of place and headed straight to where i saw students i recognized as graduates. I saw the principal who asked me to fix the my attire and join the closest line i can see. I did just that. To my disadvantage, my seat was in the front row; in front of everyone. I felt welcome considering the fact that i showed up late. Everyone seemed concerned about my absence and thought i will not be able to show up. Overall, the graduation ceremony was a success.
I will never know when i will overcome my flaw of being late everywhere. I’ve had moments when i said, “this will be my very last time” but find myself repeating the same old routine the very next day. It’s difficult to overcome than i thought, but i hope with great planning and time management i will stop my habit of lateness. If not, who knows, i might be late to my college graduation.