Richards are never late, everyone else is simply early

If you know me or my family even an inkling, then you know about our....problem. No matter where we're going, who we're meeting, or what we're doing, we are 99.99% of the time at least fifteen minutes late. Sundays are the most obvious because who doesn't notice a family of seven trailing in at the end of praise and worship? A little conspicuous don't you think?

Sophomore year, I had an academic tournament the morning after our school's Sadie Hawkins dance. Being the dancer that I am, I of course didn't make it home until around midnight and stayed up talking about it until one. Five minutes later at 5:30 (well it seemed like minutes) my mom comes rushing in my room telling me that I have to hurry. While still comprehending the fact that my mom had turned on the lights, my cell phone rang, and as I looked at the caller ID I remembered: I had a tournament and was supposed to be at school right then! I open the phone and, "Kiersten! Where in the world are you? We're about to leave." Groggily, I answer, "I know, I'm sorry. I'll be there as fast as I can." So for the next 10 minutes I'm running around my house, brushing my teeth, hair, and trying to find an outfit that's cute enough for the only girl on the quick recall team. Nice huh?

My second favorite late memory was when I wasn't really late at all. Orchestra was leaving at like 5 am for a trip to Gatlinburg and if we weren't there on time, then my teacher said she would leave us. (For some reason, when she said that, the entire class gave me a look. I have no idea what could have prompted that notion.) Everyone else, being the punctual people they are, arrived at 4:30. At around 4:50 I still wasn't at the school and my best friend was getting worried so she called my cell to see how close I was to the school. When I answered the phone in my sleepiest and most confused voice, I asked her why she was calling me so early in the morning. Panic-stricken, she tried to explain that our school trip was that day and that I had to be there in less than ten minutes or I'd be left. Stifling the laughter that was threatening to explode, I replied, "Hey calm down, everything's okay." After a few more minutes I assure her that I'm only 2 minutes from the school and that I'll make it on time. She's still mad at me! haha!

In closing, don't ever ask me to be early, it's almost like asking the sun to rise in the west, it just ain't gonna happen! :)