Beep Beep Beep Beep

I hate waking up. Well, that's not entirely true. I hate waking up before I'm good and ready. Which, for the rather pathetically grandma-like teenager that I am, is after having about 7 hours of sleep. At least. I don't remember the last time I've gotten seven hours of sleep. I have an early bird class (hehe) that starts at seven, and so I wake up at five. Supposedly. I usually roll out of bed at five fifteen to five thirty. But I'm getting ahead of myself, because I'm going to take you through a usual morning of mine.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP.

My alarm clock has the generic beeping noise that every alarm clock in every movie since digital alarm clocks came out has had. It's extremely loud, harsh, and very jarring. No matter how many times my alarm clock has beeped, it always completely surprises me. This sound is on a commercial or two, and when I hear it, I literally feel sick, tired, disoriented, and crabby. It's a sound I associate with absolutely nothing pleasant.

Anyway, after I'm jarred out of my peaceful slumber by the horror that is the modern alarm clock, I blindly crawl across my bed to turn it off. You see, I thought that if I put my alarm clock on my chest of drawers instead of my bedside table, I'd wake up because I'd have to get up. Sadly, even in my bleariest state, I've gotten around getting up all the way. My chest of drawers is on the wall next to the wall my bed's up against, and though I put my alarm clock on the veeeery corner, if I crawl across my bed, lean rather painfully against the metal frame, and fumble around until I hit the off button, I can flop back into my pillow for a few more minutes of precious sleep. I do this every single morning, and a few times I've gotten a bump or bruise from the frame. All this for fifteen more minutes of sleep. I digress.

After I've finally gotten back into the lull of my beautiful morning sleep, my cell phone alarm clock goes off. And this time, it's on my bedside table, right next to my ear. The alarm on my cell phone is some extremely generic, really pretty bad knock off of a Dave Matthews type song, complete with a sax. After I hear this at five fifteen, I usually get up. Usually. I'm thinking about putting a five thirty alarm on my phone as well, because sometimes I also just turn my cell phone off and tell myself that I'll wake up in fifteen minutes on my own. Yeah right.

So, when my twin and I have successfully failed at our tag-team plan (whoever wakes up first wakes up the other...preferably before five forty-five) we get ready. Quickly. Usually we both wake up at about six. We have to leave the house no later than six thirty-five to get to school on time. Thirty-five minutes goes by really quite quickly when you're not looking.

After Twinny and I have managed to also fail at leaving at six thirty-five, we usually blunder out of the house at around six forty. But then, there's sometimes frost on the windows of our cars. So we have to scrape it off. At six forty-five we hurtle towards school, with our finger crossed that just this once we could possibly get into class on time, even though we know it's not going to happen.

This is why I hate the morning. It's tiring and stressful, and most of all, it's the part of the day when I hear that awful beeping noise.