During my winter break, I never pictured myself complaining about having to get up at 5:30, considering I never thought I would have to actually BE UP at that time. Besides, I have several friends who make a habit of getting up at ungodly hours - and practically enjoy it!
However, this morning when my alarm went of, blaring the least invasive and least annoying alarm you can find on a phone(...soooo many options... - she said sarcastically, because when a noise has the specific purpose of yanking you from a dead sleep, and dragging you away violently from your dreams, there are in fact very few noises that do this in a pleasant manner. I'm sure this is brand new information to you. ) I couldn't help but pout and whimper a bit, mourning the recently departed Awesome Sleep Schedule that I was privy to .
Oh well. Such are the opportunity costs of a higher education.
I find that the pains of facing the world (before the sun has even shown up) are lessened when one decides to take the time to make an awesome cup of tea and sits down to enjoy a few chapters of a new read.
Today's selection is The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes. Sir Doyle is a mastermind... I wonder if he ever had to get up at 5:30... and I wonder if he was OK with that...
Anyways, in order to get to my ride's house on time (My lovely brother and his awesome wife - who have both so pleasantly agreed to let me ride with Jonathan to school, as his work building is only about 10 minutes away from there.) I have to leave the house at 7:35. That means that I experience the wonderful feeling of walking out the door knowing that my entire family is still sleeping.
It's not the best feeling. I get jealous easily apparently...
Rides down to the school are enjoyable. Usually my brother and I discuss movies or music or events. (It's more exciting than it sounds, ok? Keep your pants on.)
It takes about 45 minutes to get to The Master's College -Go Mustangs- That means that by the time we get there I've nearly fallen asleep again... So getting my butt dumped off at the curb at 8:45am in 35 degree weather is.. less than desirable.
(I nearly threw a fit that would rival the average 6yr old boy "Just got told he can't go to the park with his friends" tantrum... But I didn't... Cuz I'm an adult and I'm not allowed to do that anymore...)
I love going back to school to see all the people that I've really missed since last semester. Running into all these random awesome people that I know is a fantastic experience.
I only have 3 classes this semester, but DO NOT underestimate how much work that means. These teachers give out homework assignments like it's going out of style!
But in one of the classes I'm taking - I have the awesome time of experiencing my Dad as my professor. (He doesn't give me any special treatment... at all. What ever happened to "Home Field Advantage?? I thought this was America!)
I'm on campus from 9am to about 5:45ish because Jon is my ride back home too. (He experiences the "I hate homework, and the lower cafe smells of grease, and guess who I ran into" Bitsy.. He loves it so much.)
Over all, I am genuinely happy to be back at school... I just wish that it wasn't one of those life events that... I dunno.. Requires you to put on pants? Or shower?
Stay classy, America.
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