Don't you hate it when you're in the campus cafeteria, talking to one of your teachers and you realize that you have six minutes to get to your class? So it takes you two minutes to take your tray up and get out the door. You walk quickly until you get to a place you can run, so you run to the building where your class is. By then you're out of breath and you hurry up the stairs and speed walk to the room, get in and someone says that you're late. You look at your watch and tell them that you still have a minute and thirty seconds (even though it's closer to a minute and twenty seconds by the time you get it out of your mouth). Then the guy temporarily in charge says "It's okay. Mr. Dittman's not here today anyway." Yeah, me too.