I enter my freezing car and race off with the rest of the morning commuters. Together, like trained lab rats heading for a piece of cheese, we enter the 495-Beltway and scurry unthinkingly towards our destinations.
Time is of the essence.
Such a looming sense of having to be somewhere persists when I face the challenge of arriving to my classes on time. But unlike the hurried morning drivers who populate the Beltway, many of my fellow Blazers have developed a hardened resistance to the concept of punctuality. In spite of Blair's strict attendance policies, it appears that the haunting fear of losing credit has failed to deter students from changing classes slowly. Unfortunately, these hallway stragglers are ignorant of the effects their slothful stride has on their peers. Obtaining passage beyond such sluggish students requires collected patience and complex maneuvering.