Dear Friend, When I was in high school, my family would wait in the van while I scrambled to swipe on mascara, wipe toothpaste from my chin, and find matching shoes before flying out the door for church. During brutal Michigan winters, school days started with me frantically scraping ice off of my windshield (which I could barely reach #truckproblems) before driving as close to the speed limit as possible in order to get to class on time. I was not regularly tardy, but I was never early.
Issue 001: Welcome to Late to the Party!
Issue 001: Welcome to Late to the Party!
Issue 001: Welcome to Late to the Party!
Dear Friend, When I was in high school, my family would wait in the van while I scrambled to swipe on mascara, wipe toothpaste from my chin, and find matching shoes before flying out the door for church. During brutal Michigan winters, school days started with me frantically scraping ice off of my windshield (which I could barely reach #truckproblems) before driving as close to the speed limit as possible in order to get to class on time. I was not regularly tardy, but I was never early.