The two minutes pre set time rolls slowly by and I ponder today's lessons, last night's football and why I'm always awake before my alarm goes off. As I walk back to my room to get dressed I shout to my Mam asking her whether she's ironed my trousers yet. Then in a way very typical of my life she tells me she just told me she had. Strangely this happens to me a lot. Whether I'm slightly deaf or my brain just... ... middle of paper ... ... was ended I make sure my alarm is set, switch off my TV and decide upon a bit of light reading.
In minutes, I was fighting to stay awake as I read the awfully boring section. After a few seconds of fighting with myself, I fell asleep on my science book. “SOPHIE! SOPHIE!”I heard a voice calling me as I woke up hazily. Looking around, I realized it was my mom calling me.
I did not have to keep up with deadlines, because I did my work at my own pace. Basically, Monday through Friday, I would wake up around 7a.m. and start doing my work, regularly taking breaks, and then I would finish around 3:30p.m. I essentially had my own schedule, and I never had to worry about being late for class. Driving in the rain or snow was not an issue for me before.
I get most of my ideas from my experience, working at a daycare or this great book I got at my baby shower. That feels like eons ago. It’s about eleven at night when I finish the rest of my homework, get stuff picked out like clothes for tomorrow for her and I to wear. I usually go on Facebook to talk with friends tell them about the funny things that Kaydence did throughout the day. It’s about one in the morning when I finally decide to go back to bed for a little while, until my alarm clock wakes me up at seven or eight o’clock in the morning, to repeat the same routine again.
Tuesday is a day that I have to wake up early because I am taking a class at nine thirty. At nine o?clock, the cell phone, clock radio, and TV wake me up at once. On the radio, NPR news is on the air but I turn it off quickly. From the TV, ESPN broadcasts the results of yesterday?s sports. Even though I like sports, I am so sleepy that I cannot pay attention to result and switch the TV set off.
Everybody would always talk about how effortless their classes were and how they never had any homework. I was doing homework every night and writing essays every week. I thought those kids were just “lucky” to have an easy teacher, but now I see that they were learning different things all together. Personally, I always felt relieved to be in a small class of the same twenty people all day. I enjoyed learning and I didn’t want to be distracted by all the other kids.
In which I really just did it to get out into the halls and read a book. (Hey I never said I was a Saint) After I was done with my test, I ran to the bathroom to use it....... After that emergency bathroom break. I walked sleepily home, to my house to go to bed, because they got me up at 6:54 in the morning for that stupid test. I needed a power nap, since I was so tired from the test and my early awakening. I must of been sleeping for 4 more hours, before I was even being physically able, to get out of bed.
I slept a couple of more minutes.After while, the shine of the sun coming from the window woke me up.I slowly stretched my arms and slid out of bed. I brushed my teeth and took the shower. Downstair,my mother was calling me for breakfast.I was still undecided what should wear for school. After browsing for while I found something to wear,and finished getting myself ready for school. When I checked the clock, I was running late as usual, which was not a surprised.
Just a Few More Minutes Students come to school half asleep, nod off in the middle of a lecture, and periodically get asked to why we’re all so incoherent. An arguably good reason would be having to balance school, work, sports, homework, any kind of social life, and going to bed at decent time. Getting roughly an hour longer of sleep could increase attention, test scores, positive attitudes, increase the urge to be in school, and possibly decrease truancy rates. A lack of sleep can also become dangerous in many cases. An extra hour of sleep could make all the difference in a teen’s life.
Eyelids drooping, eyes watering from the constant yawns, the birds are not even awake singing their happy songs, but here I am up at four thirty in the morning cracking open my books to study. Why am I doing this? I just went to bed less than seven hours ago after a two hour study session. The reason I put myself through this ordeal is to get promoted. In the Air Force we take test to progress in our careers and get make the next rank or stripe.