The morning before the Empty Bowls event was a rough one. The night before I worked until almost eleven o'clock the previous night, I didn’t get home until around eleven thirty and had to get ready to get on the bus for school at five in the morning. When I woke up it was seven and I had already missed the bus. So I called a friend who normally always showed up late to school. She agreed to take me to school, and told me she would be there in a few minutes. An hour passes and she finally shows up at my front door and we head out to school. When we arrived we visit the head chef in charge of the event happening later on this evening, Chef Kester. After chatting with Kester for a little while, he insisted that we get to class, and before we left he told my friend that they needed to talk. School ends and I head straight to the culinary room and start prepping food for the event. Not long after I arrive my friend arrives and Chef Kester immediately pulls her into the office to talk. About ten minutes pass by and all of a sudden I hear my name echo across the kitchen. I walk to the office to see what Kester may need and notice that he had a stern look on his face, so I could tell he was somewhat aggravated. I asked what was wrong and he asked me why I was making my friend late to school almost every day. I denied that I was the fault for her constant tardiness and asked how I was even brought up in the conversation. Apparently my friend told Kester that she was always late to school because she had to take me with her. Mind you I normally took the bus to school and only called her if I missed the bus, which was only a handful of times, and she passes by my house on her way to school. I would call to see if she could take me with her and most times when she answered she would still be at her house. So I assumed that she wouldn’t mind because she never said no, she was running late anyway, and it was on her way to school. When I expla