Curse of the Morning

The dawn breaks, and I pop right out of bed, ready to start the day. Wait, no, that's not me. But, surely, when the alarm goes off at 7:30, I'm up? That might be true if I couldn't turn off my alarm while I was still sleeping. Eventually (Around 8 AM), someone comes in to wake me up, and after ten minutes I'm finally up. Scrambling to get ready in the fifteen minutes before I leave, I walk in a half-awake stupor to take a shower. After a shower that took far too long, due to the half-awakeness, I'm generally left with about ten minutes before we leave. I go back to my room to make sure my folders or books are together and get dressed, then finish off my last remaining moments to catch a video on YouTube before we go out the door. The car ride is usually when I finally wake up, most likely due to the freezing nature of the outdoors. For the time in the car, mom and I discuss random topics until I arrive at 8:30ish, just in time for Art. Usually around then I really wish I'd eaten breakfast, and though I say I will the next day, I never do.