First Line....Last Line

Just in time to miss her only morning class. I couldnt believe it. I had overslept - again! And you call her your dream girl, I berrated myself. If you really liked her, don't you think you could drag yourself out of bed long enough to introduce yourself and speak with her for five minutes?! My mind flipped back and forth between rationalizing and reprimanding my reasoning for my continual absence in her life. She'll never like me. I'm only a freshman! She's two whole years older than me! An upperclassmen. I shook my head as I turned back to my dorm to get ready for another dateless day. You don't really know that until you try, do you? I broke into a light jog and then into a run, needing something else to focus on for five minutes. My panting and the pounding of my feet on the cracked asphalt couldn't drown out the argument in my head. No matter how fast I ran, the conversation managed to keep my pace.
She's too good for you...
Just try! What have you got to lose?...
Are you crazy? You'll be a laughing stock! A freshman and a junior? Please, let's not kid ourselves...
You aren't just a freshman. You are ... a runner!
Barely..
A good student!
Geek.
A... a....
Just go to class, freshman.
I arrived at my dorm and gathered my books for another mind-numbing hour of Essay Writing 101 and headed off to the northern part of campus. The day passed, uneventful, and eventually I fell into a deep and drawn-out sleep. I awoke to the sound of my alarm clock, but in the fuzz of my dreams, I barely noticed my hand repeatedly hitting the snooze button. When I finally pulled myself from beneath my quilt and prepared for the day, I knew before I set one foot out the door towards the Math-Science building that I had done it once again. I arrived to see a wisp of blonde hair float out of the lecture hall surrounded by a loud gaggle of upperclassmen females. I sighed. Just in time to miss her only morning class.