I gotta feeling

Its 1250 on Monday afternoon. I am only in my second class of the day and already my day seems endless. It all began by me waking up 10 minutes before my 11 oclock class. I couldn’t believe it, how had I woken up late? I set my alarm and everything, but instead woke up to the screech of my roomate, “Lizzie, are you going to class?!”. I shot out of bed at her words and realzied that I had a mere ten minutes to make it there. I threw on whatever articale of clothing was strewn across the floor and dashed across campus to class. Upon my frazzeled arrival I slumped into my seat and prepared for the next two straight hours of learning. This brings me to where I sit now, 1250 on Monday afternoon. My day is beginning to look up, I have made it this far, but then it takes a sudden lurch for the worst. Here it comes, that feeling everyone dreads, the one that makes you double over in pain and want to eat your own arm. It comes slowly at first, creeping up like lion on the prowl. I can feel it getting close and closer, ready to make it’s attack. All of a sudden it pounces and has engulfed me completley. Sounds like the rumble of thunder erupt from my stomach and I know that if I don’t do something about this soon then I am going to have to listen to my stomach yelling at me all day. Finally the teacher dismisses us and I scramble to gather my belongings and tear out of the class room. I make it across campus in 30 seconds flatt, a new record for me, and arrive at Subway. It smells like heaven on earth. I have never ever smelt something so wonderful and so necessary at the time. After what seems like 20 mins of waiting it is finally my turn. I know that soon I will have releife from the monster eating me inside.