My final 9 a.m. class met today, and you'll be sorry to hear that I missed my very last opportunity to be late.
Out of forty-three 9 a.m. classes, I was truly late only once (by six minutes, thanks to an epic traffic disaster) and overslept once (by half an hour) but still made it in time. Otherwise I think I was technically late one other time (by a minute). But I was in fear of being late ALL THE TIME. I was also grumpy all the time, though perhaps that's a native condition.
Next semester I'm teaching three classes, but I'm back to my preferred late-afternoon/evening schedule. Praise God.
[Still in despair about that essay, though I've been logging lots of writing/revising time. More when I'm less self-hating.]