Eh... poem

I'm slightly bored,
Class in ten minutes.
(I wish)
More like thirty,
I was a little early.

I tried to go in,
But the door was locked.
Embarrassment conveniently blocked.

Thirty-three minutes 'til dance,
Time ticks for my second chance,
At not being late all the time.

I've been writing all the events and classes and stuff that I need to remember in a little notebook that I always have on me. I think it might turn out really well. Oooh, I just had a great idea! I'm gonna highlight future events according to the month they're in so it's easier to flip back and find them.