fatigue and school

I have always been told that the first morning of the first day of college is exciting. The discovery of the wonders of a university causes freshmen to be invigorated with joy. My whole thought pondered upon the mysteries that my first mourning of college would hold. Unfortunately, I got a rude awakening on how difficult it is to wake up from flipping burgers, mopping vigorously, and sweeping floors for nine hours the night before. Optimistically, I told myself that regardless of whatever that happens at work that I would be glad about my day ahead. It was the whole idea of looking to the present and future, but I didn’t know that my future-the next morning-was about to smack me in the face.
On Monday the 18th of August, 2013, I was in perfect tranquility, dreaming about perfection, a glimpse of the sun hits the blue sky; it burst in a radiance of color and is topped off with the occasional gust causes the leaves to fall to the ground graciously. This harmonious bliss caused my nerves to be tingled with excitement, but I was soon stricken with the fact that this wasn’t my reality as my dream began to crumble under the weight of a repeating ding sound. I slowly unlatched my weary eyes to behold the demon that caused perfection to be destroyed. It seems to be unfazed and unsympathetic with my state of fatigue; its eyes were bright read and focus on keeping me awake. The demon was, of course, my alarm clock, puffed up in anger at alarm clock, I clenched my fist vigorously to strike my its but my anger was quickly suppressed my desire to abode in the beauty of my bed. So I griped unto my pillow telling myself that I had ten more minutes to spare. I work up 40 minutes later; I somehow dragged myself to the bathroom. Slouched over an...

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...y attention; she said “this class can only be fun if you make it fun”. Sadly, that was my only memory of what happened in that class; it is amazing that I lost fifty minutes of physical memory because I was quickened with the desire to sleep while she kept on with her ranting. After the class was over, I was quickened with guilt of not paying attention. I had allowed my desire to rest overshadow my very basis for my living, which is to look on the present, not the past. This experience was completely insignificant to me at the time; my whole becomes structured by it I had finally experienced how far stress and fatigue can cause the moral value of a human being to crumble. Although, I still wake up every morning with the same kind of resistance, my life mind seems to focus on that it was the first day of many to come. So I must be willing to move beyond and above it.