Time
It is time. I must look my best. I am the face of the University. They look to me for leadership. I start the preparation for the day by making my bed. A productive day always starts with a tidy room. I smartly tug the solid white sheets up to the top of the bed and lay them out flat. My practiced hands swiftly smooth and flatten out any lingering creases. The matching cotton comforter purchased fifty percent off because of a small tear in the seam is evenly spread out over the sheets. I fixed that miniscule hole in five minutes. Silly commercial America. I grab my no-nonsense terry cloth bath robe off its hanger in my closet and tightly belt it around my waist. My toiletries plastic basket is waiting by the door for the morning trip to the bathroom. I shove my feet into my sturdy shower shoes and purposefully commence the trip down the hall to the girl’s bathroom. I am early enough to have the bathroom all to myself. Its amazing how much more can be accomplished each day by just waking up a few hours earlier in the mornings. I step into the small tile cubicle shower without waiting for the water to heat up. A minute of cold water is better than a minute wasted. I pour a dollop of my un-fragranced 2-in-1 shampoo and conditioner into the palm of my hand and lather my hair. I let the chemicals soak in while I soap my body. I rinse the suds out of my hair while I scrub my face clean. I commend myself at this time for having the forethought to shave my legs the night before. What a time saver. Now it is time.