my hobby: being late for theory

Today is the second last day of school, thus marking the last theory class of the semester! I would be more jubilant, but the end of one semester, also marks the beginning of another, which contains the course Music Theory 2. And the next contains Theory3, which is inevitably followed by Theory 4. I should be happy that I'm done the first portion, but when I think about all that lies ahead, I want to crawl into bed, curl up and moan. As you may have deduced, theory is not my favourite class.
I'm usually late for theory. I have a one hour break after my Music History class (which I actually didn't mind all that much), and I often spend it practicing voice, and then checking my email, seeing who happened by my blog, and possibly posting a little something-something for the general public to read. I don't make it a priority to be on time there, although I should maybe. But if I come in just on time, or a little late, I can sit in the front corner, and escape as soon as its over. As you may have deduced, theory is not my favourite class.
Sometimes I think I should make more of an effort to be on time. It would be respectful, after all. There are a couple of perpetually late girls in my classes, and I'm considering joining them. One girl usually bustles in, sort of apologetic, commenting "Even when I'm on time, I'm late!". The other girl is quite resigned to late fate. She strolls in slowly (late every time, I'm positive), arms full of books and flute, casually glances around for a seat, and finds one. Her face is pretty expressionless, and she is very ho-hum about the whole matter. I'm very close to becoming one of them, but the difference is that they do this in every class. I, however, reserve it for Theory.

As you may have deduced, theory is not my favourite class. And judging from the time of this post, you may also have deduced that I am late, yet again.