For the last two years of my life, I thought my name was "you're late". It was the first thing everyone seemed to say to me. If I've heard it once, I've heard it a hundred times in my 16 years of life. I understand that it's very disrespectful, but I take it honestly. My father's family is always late. I spend my life sitting around waiting for one of them to come along. I guess when you grew up in that atmosphere; it must infect you. It drives my mother crazy. Well, this wonderful family feature is where my story has its roots. This is a saying my father says before starting a story, he always tells you what the “roots” are or where the story begins. So, as I was saying, I was born into a family that doesn't seem to own a watch. For me, being late seems to cause me the most problems with school. When I started going to high school, my mother had to drive me to school on the other side of the county. The only way to get there was to go through two other schools and you never knew what the traffic would be like. First we had to drop my brother off at school and then go to mine. Halfway through the school year, my brother's school changed its dropout policy. Students could not be dropped off until 25 minutes before the first bell. We would drop off my brother and race through traffic desperately trying to get to class in time for me. To say the least, I was very late. This is my version of the situation; my mother would say something different. The part about changing the school schedule is exactly right, but the part about me not getting up on time and falling asleep in the shower was left out a bit. If we had left on time, I would have had a full five minutes to walk to class, but I would have always waited until the last… middle of the paper… your brother and walked the dog. I jumped in the shower and washed off quickly. I ran to my room to get dressed and took a quick look at the clock. I had plenty of time. I got dressed and even changed my shirt twice because I could. I went down for breakfast and the coffee was ready. But I was alone. My heart started pounding. In my haste to get ready, I didn't notice that my mother and brother weren't up. “Oh no,” I thought. I rushed into my mother's room and yelled, "Get up, get up! You have to hurry or I'll be late for school." My mother looked at me and said, "Why are you in such a hurry today, when I normally can't get you to open your eyes at this time?" I yelled, “Hurry up or I will be late and get suspended.” My mother just smiled and covered her head with the blankets. As she did so, I could just hear her say, “Let it be Saturday.”