Why are you late to my class? Part II

Every once in a while, a student will walk in late and have an excuse that's so true and so funny that I'm not even angry about it...

Winston Davey is one of my most likable students, but every once in a while I wonder if he's the first person in medical history to walk around and function like a normal person while also managing to be, clinically speaking, in a coma. For instance, one day he walked in late to my class at the beginning of 6th period and he sat down without saying a word. When students do that, there are either trying to sneak into their seat without being noticed, or they're just completely oblivious. Winston was the latter.

"Winston...why are you late to my class?"

He looked at me and said: "Ummm...I couldn't find it."

You know what? 99.99% of the time that answer from a student would be a complete lie. But I believed him. The look on his face and his demeanor in general convinced me that he really was just wandering aimlessly through the halls after 5th period saying, "Where am I? Who am I? And where am I going?"

I wasn't angry...I was humored. Because, let's be honest, we've all had days like that, days where we feel like we're floating in a fog rather than actually functioning in a clear reality.