Monday mornings are such a drag. I absolutely hate them! I get pounded with homework and on top of that, I have a jazz class at 7:30 P.M. Yep, that's right; a senior in high school takes a dance class. Of course, if I told people that, I'd be the laughing stock of the whole school, so... I keep that part of my life to myself. Mainly I take it because it gives me something to put down on those gosh-darned fitness logs. Yes, I try to keep down my cursing, but oh boy, do not get me started. Come to think of it, I like taking jazz because I like seeing the different costumes and getting to wear one that I normally wouldn't be able to buy. Like a fish-net top or a black choker with a blood-red rose on it. Like I said, I pretty much keep the jazz class lessons to myself and my family.
Hitting the snooze button on the alarm, I fall asleep again and wake up about a minute later since I knew I had homework to still complete. Growling, (like "Aghhh") I get up and turn off my alarm. The next thing I do is I go to the bathroom, run some cold water, scoop it up into my hands and splash it one my face, more than once might I add until I am fully awake. Now the normal routine at 5:00 in the morning for me is to hit snooze and get awaken by my mother yelling, "Get your butt out of bed now! It's almost 6:30!" Now that is on a normal biases I go catch the bus at the bus stop being really late and hoping that the bus was late itself, but today isn't normal. I actually have to get a shower this morning because I didn't get one last night. Sighing, I turn the knob and run the hot water for the shower. Waiting a minute or two, I let the water warm up. Feeling and seeing the steam from the water, I step in and turn it down a bit so I didn't burn myself. After about twenty minutes in the shower- yeah, I take a long shower; I got out and wrapped the towel around me and knotted it.
Taking around five minutes, I put my hair up in a quick bun and put a headband on to keep my bangs out of my face. Reaching up to my mirror cabinet, I got my toothbrush and toothpaste down and shut the door so I wouldn't bump my head on it. I've done that before and it hurts, so I've learned from the past. Making sure I brushed well, I spit out the rest and rinsed my mouth out with the water from the faucet. Then I rinsed my toothbrush out and put everything back in the cabinet and also took out the headband and removed the hair tie that held up my bun.
Now it is 5:30 A.M. and I am already dressed in dark blue jeans, a short-sleeved black shirt, a red hoodie with a black rose pattern over that, and wearing gray ankle socks with black stripes running across them. Not to mention my wet hair starting to dampen my clothes. Going back into the bathroom, I get out my blow-dryer and dry my hair a bit so it is not soaking wet. Next I take a brush though my hair and start getting the end tangles out before fully brushing the rest of my hair. Now taking care of my long, thick, hair I am now ready to put some make-up on. Laughing a little bit, I actually realize I have some time to actually put some on. Getting out my mascara, eye liner, and some natural brown eye-shadow, I began applying the make-up.
"Alright Kayla…" (My full name is really Kayla Elizabeth Evans, but I'm not mad at myself this time.) "… You have around –oh I don't know, twenty minutes before you need to catch the bus." Saying that I went over what I had to finish up from last night. "Alright, so now to finish that math project. Aghh, stupid shitty math project." I mumbled to myself. Going down stairs I got my project pieces and started to glue on the rest of the graphs. Finally done, I realized I only had about seven or so minutes before the bus came. I went to the closet and grabbed my dark navy blue jacket since it was pretty cold out for fall. Grabbing a cereal bar from back in the pantry, I picked my book-bag of the ground by the door and walked out, making sure that I locked the door with my key and had my cell phone on me. Making sure I had my things, I walked towards the bus stop while eating the cereal bar on the way.