Master of Time

I could so be a Time Lord. Seriously. I am a Master of Time. This is my own title, self-given, but at my school, nobody wears a watch. And with the administration cracking down on cell phones out in class, people have been asking me more and more what time it is. And I know exactly what time, to the second, all the bells ring. A whole bunch of bells ring during 3rd/7th period (we divide up the days, 4 90-minute classes per day with a 30-minute lunch and 5 minutes between classes, except on Friday when they are all 8 40-minute classes with a 30-minute lunch and 4 minutes between classes. See I told you.) and I timed them all, so that I know exactly when to leave.

And you know what?

They change.

Each day the times the bells ring are always a second later than they were the day before, and there are a few milliseconds of difference between when one bell rings and the next bell rings. For example, one bell rings at 8:40:33 (it's supposed to be 8:43:00) and the next rings at 10:18:32 (it's supposed to be 10:21:00). And still, I know when each bell will ring. Nobody else thinks much of it, but in a world where routines are uncommon with the general populace, I try to find all of the ones I can. It may look like supernatural ability to the people who just don't care, but it's really simple. You want to know the secret?

Wear a watch with a second hand and identify the stuff that happens at the same time everyday. Track it. Time is not the boss of you.

Wibbly-wobbly. Timey-wimey.