For my whole student life, I was labeled "Little Ms. Late". Umm, that doesn't sound good. Let me make it worse. In fact I could have snagged the award (if there ever was) of the most outstanding late student in history. That was something I never wanted to be but I just was. I have reasons, let me break it down.
First, we live "out of town". Ok, that's not reason enough. Second, we all go to different schools, except my brothers that is. Third, we all have one ride, one trip to school. Even if I get up and be ready early, it's useless if the rest wont. And lastly, I have the farthest school, so I get dropped off last. Sweet. Ok, these might not suffice as an excuse. But what comforts me though is that I'm not the only Jardiolin that's late for class. All of us were. I believe it's our family's chronic decease. Not until I came to know a girl named Kiara.
She never wanted to be late for anything, and that took a toll to my late habits. Plus, she doesn't want to be on time, it has to be WAY early. It was obviously not my thing. I was rarely early before she came to my life, I was either late or just in time. So I never had the chance to wait.
Kiara: *panicking* We need to go now mom. Like, this very second.
Janiz: What?! We're an hour and a half early! And it only takes you 20 minutes to get there!
Kiara: We need to be there early.
Janiz: But not an hour early!
Kiara: I don't mind waiting rather than being late.
Janiz: What happened to the words "just on time"?
Kiara: No such thing, you're still a second or two on the brink of being late.
Janiz: Argh! You're driving me crazy!
Some were taught by elders, my teachings on the other hand came from my little one. I mean I also share what I know, but for the most part, it was her teaching me the little things that we take for granted. And out of the many, she taught me to wait.
