After the fifth snooze of her alarm, Sarah wakes up. Fuddling around in the bathroom for half an hour she decides, it was time to leave! What a discombobulated young lady, Officer Janelle Charleston thought; always rushing, dangerously crossing, toast in one hand and homework in the other. What a mess! Dry and clean, yet rather warm for a morning in the middle of March. Marching down the street, the morning traffic awakens her fully, “Oh no!”  her glasses were still sitting on her dresser, begging not to be forgotten, she felt too sated to turn back. The day wouldn’t be a normal day if Sarah hadn’t forgotten the most important pieces to complete it, be it, her glasses, a pen or her laptop. The rest of the walk felt depressing, what could possible add to the day? The train! The sudden burst of energy had everyone running to catch the train. She had caught her train! Looking down at her notes, she attempts to memorizing her french vocabulary “Je peux passer?” she says out loud. There must have been French people on the train because heads turned instantaneously. The transfer from the G was not too bad, despite the state of Sarah’s journey so far she was on time. Like clockwork every three minutes the L train rushes around the bend, it’s getting better isn’t it? “I am going to make it” she said. She had a 9:05 class and the time was 8:50, it would be close but she had successfully made it before. The train doors opened and she was the first to climb the stairs. She squeezes herself onto the 6 train and after just the one stop she weaves her way around the crowd of pedestrians also walking in the same direction but much slower. Here she was, she had made it.