I'll admit it. It's true.

I'm that annoying person who always walks into class late with a Chick-fil-a biscuit and lemonade in her hand.

Now I know all of you are thinking "Ugh, people like you are everything wrong with the world" and believe me, I get it. I hate tardiness and disturbing a learning environment by walking in late just as much as the next guy, ESPECIALLY when it happens because the person brought food with them.

We all know I wouldn't have been late if I hadn't stopped for my #4 (bacon, egg, and cheese biscuit, with tots and a drink on the side) along the way. We also all know I wouldn't be making half the class hungry when I take it out of the wrapping and proceed to eat it during class, causing the death glares to increase by like 50%.

Dang, I am not helping my case right now.

However, let me explain my reasoning and maybe then you'll be less inclined to murder me with your eyes the next time I step into in the classroom with my Chick-fil-a bag.

I have an 8:25 a.m. Now guaranteed, that's not the earliest a class could be. I took a 7 a.m. freshman year out of stupidity, just as we all did, and it was the worst decision of my life. Bearing that horrible class in mind, an 8:25 a.m. is nothing at all too difficult for me to handle. However, there are some things you need to know about me.

First of all, I am the WORST when it comes to taking my time getting ready. I can easily spend 2+ hours in the bathroom, showering, doing my makeup, curling my hair, pretending I'm the greatest singer mankind has ever seen. I like the feeling of satisfaction and confidence that accompanies my taking my time to look presentable.

And if that's a crime... well then it's a crime the world will have to live with. So you understand my dilemma when I am forced, every Monday/Wednesday/Friday, to choose between three options: looking glam, looking slightly decent, and looking like a homeless.

Most of the time, looking glam, or even slightly decent, means I have to be out of bed by 6 or 7 a.m. And I'm sorry, but that's just not going to happen. Sleep is a God-given gift and I am a full supporter of its divine capabilities to make me feel like I don't want to die.

Between doing schoolwork, maintaining a social life, and working an on-campus job, I get pretty dang tired by the end of the day. Therefore, I value my sleep. And therefore, I certainly am not getting out of bed ANY TIME before my eight hours are up.

This often results in me waking up at around 7:45 a.m. and having to really hustle to make sure that I'm clean and that even if I don't look "cute", I at least don't look dead. When this process is done, it's usually around 8:15 a.m.

This means that if I really wanted to, I could immediately walk over to my building and get to class with about 1 minute to spare. But let's be honest... I'm a hungry hippo in the mornings and ever since I discovered the magic that is Chick-fil-a breakfast, my whole morning just feels off without it.

And so, I hike my backpack up my shoulders and grab my keys and make my way on down to Chick-fil-a, where I get my #4 and proceed to book it to class.

Yes, I know I am late to class 9 times out of 10. Yes, I know this probably gets really annoying. And yes, I know that if I were in your shoes, I would probably be disgusted with myself too.

But just being realistic... am I going to reform my ways and abandon my eight hours every night or somehow be able to spend only 5 minutes in the bathroom to look presentable, JUST so you don't have to break your attention span for 2 seconds to witness my walking into class late? Proooooobably not, guys.

Glad that's cleared up. I'll see you at 8:30 a.m. with my biscuit in my hand and a smile on my face.