I slam my alarm clock to shut it off. I try to open my eyes to see what time it is, but it feels as though the sleep fairy came along while I was sleeping and super glues my eyes shut. I knew I had to get up to go to the gym, so I rolled over, stood up and flicked the light on. At that moment it felt like I was staring directly into the sun, every time I tried to open my eyes they would close immediately. I am still not awake yet but I know if I want to go to the gym before work I have to push myself to wake up. Stumbling all over my room, I try to throw on my gym clothes in record-breaking time. Finally I am ready to go. I try to remember not to forget anything as I mumble to myself, “I grabbed my clothes for work, my gym bag, my wallet, my keys, and my cell phone.” I slam the door and fly out the house getting everything in about ten minutes.
Outside it is so cold, my body starts to shiver on the way to the car sitting about twenty feet from my front door. Getting into my car is the worst part of my morning routine. I dig my hand deep into my pocket to pull my keys out that seem to be all tangled up in the inner lining, which makes my time out in the freezing cold longer.
Hopping into my car and shutting the door figuring I will be much more comfortable, which wasn’t true because the inside of my car also felt like a freezer. All I can think about at the moment is turning on the car and wishing it would warm up faster than it had the day before. Everyday during the winter I have to wait longer for the car to warm up for the fact that there is so much ice on my windshield, I know I cant just start driving because I cant see a thing.
Snow sprayed the windows with a layer of ice so thin, it appeared like glass. The weather brought frigid cold that chilled to the bone. My friends and I sat inside staying as close to the fireplace as possible. As the evening went on, we all got restless, wanting to go into the cold of the night. So, the three of us bundled up in many layers and waddled outside, looking like penguins, in the bitter cold.
It’s winter, and your windows are frosted with ice. Snow drifts blanket your grass and summer flowers. You glance out at your car in the driveway, and you’re not exactly looking forward to the trek out there, to watching your breath as you wait for it to warm up.
When we arrived we just sat in the parking lot not wanting to get out of the car and into the bone chilling air. After about fifteen minutes we finally exited our vehicles so we could stretch, throw, and hit before the game. As soon as I got outside the blistering cold hit my face and I knew it was going to be a long, hard day.
Being blessed with another day of life, waked up by the sunrise of a beautiful day. Had a couple of peaceful seconds in my mind, but eventually I started to remember all the things I had to do by the end of this infinite day. Just by thinking about it got me exhausted. I got up from my comfortable bed and took a warm shower. While, taking a shower, I was thinking of a million things; how I was going to present my project in engineering class. Or how I was going to finish my other projects for my other 3 classes? What can do to improve on my soccer skills and accomplish varsity this year? How I was going to get accepted into college and how I’m paying for college? Problems that make me feel in a diverse world. However, I checked if I had everything
If there were to be a massive snow day Thursday, everyone would stay home from school and avoid driving on the streets. On this snow day, I would relax all day, and maybe if there would be enough snow, sledding! To relax I would most likely read and draw all day, with a movie here or there, along with a cup of hot cocoa by my side. I would also play with my cats, if they weren’t sleeping of course.
After years of training, I was finally being put to my ultimate test — the test for my first dan black belt in Tae Kwon Do. I had gotten up early that morning and ate just a small bowl of cereal. I was more nervous than I had ever been in my life and was sure that any more food I ate would come right back up. It was seven thirty in the morning, and my test wasn't until nine. People always talk about time flying, and I never really experienced the phenomenon until that morning. The hour between waking up and leaving for the dojang was the fastest in my life; I wished it could have lasted forever and I could just push back the time of the nerve-racking test, but that wasn't the case.
So we got ready to go outside in the below freezing weather. The snow fell down like sprinkles on the frozen ground. We grabbed our sleds and headed to the small hill behind my house, but when
Should I wake up? Should I go to school today? Should I start this long and tiring day, and will I be able to finish it? The thought of it make me refuses to leave my bed, and my body don’t to leave the warmness and morning breeze in my room. A few minutes later, I can hear footsteps going toward my room. “Wake up son, it’s getting late”. From that moment, I know I have to get up but I don’t like it one bit. After brushing my teeth, washing my face, doing all the normal hygiene routine, I am starting to go downstair and start my day. Even though all of this seems to be fine for a teenager, going to school is never easy for
I woke up to the pungent smell of hospital disinfect, invading my nostrils. The room was silent apart from my heavy breathing and the beep beep sound you often hear in hospitals that indicates you're alive. I slowly opened my eyes, squinting in attempt to sharpen the blurred images before me. I glanced around and took in the deserted, blue and white colour schemed hospital bedroom. How long have I been here? I shut my eyes, trying to remember what had exactly happened. Then it all hits me with a bang. The memory of it all starts to occupy my thoughts.
When I saw the snow, I had so many feelings inside of me. I could barely speak or breathe. I was feeling so excited about the snow that I had to jump around the house and scream. While I was getting out of bed, I had so much energy! I was extremely energetic and the only way to let it out was to get out and have lots of snow day fun! When I started to get on my warm winter gear, I was curious about what I was going to do when I got outside? Man I can barely wait to start this day! I feel like I might explode with all the amazing things I can do today.
I wake up at six in the morning barely having slept the night before because of this big day. All possible scenarios played out in my head; good ones and bad ones like driving to the airport an hour or two earlier so I would find parking and avoid traffic on the highways or something as bad as locking the keys inside of the car right before checking into the airport to board my luggage. I stayed in bed an extra five minutes contemplating these ideas with groggy eyes but soon I would be in the shower, wide awake. After getting dressed, I checked the list I made the previous night to make sure I had not forgotten anything for the trip.
In countless homes and numerous cultures, drinking morning coffee is a staple routine. One can drink it alone at home, in a car en route to work or school, or stop at a coffee shop or café and enjoy it among other people. In developing my routine this year, I chose the latter practice. Every morning I arrive at a local coffee shop, smell the same aromas, order the same drink, sit in the same chair, and observe the same people who continue their morning customs as well. For several months now, my mornings have consisted of this, and every morning, I would mainly observe one person; an old man who has become somewhat of a fixture at this coffee shop and who has not changed his routine as far as I have witnessed. He is already there when I arrive every morning, sitting alone at the small table for two in the corner by the window, drinking his small cup of black coffee, and reading the newspaper. He is on a first-name basis with the workers and owner, and often chats with some of the other regulars. After months of polite smiles, quiet “good mornings”, and creating a background of this old man in my own mind, I finally get the courage to approach him. I start the conversation with him about our similar morning routine, and it gradually develops into a soft and informal interview.
When the alarm goes off in the morning, my first thought is, fuck, this is way to early. Then I open my eyes; look at my alarm clock and wonder, if I hit the snooze button, would I get up after five more minutes. The answer to that is always no, I need to get up now, or the kids will be late to get to the bus. After fifteen to twenty seconds of debate in my own head, I lift my head off my pillow. I twist to the right and sit up at the same time. Then ...
I woke up around one o’clock thinking it was nine in the morning. I quickly rose out of bed to see if my roommate was awake. He was passed out from staying up late the night before and it was obvious that he was still exhausted. I proceeded to do my usual morning routine, although it was the afternoon. I came
I brush my eyes awake, feeling the cold seeping in from my window. It’s 9 AM and it’s winter in Minnesota. Feeling sleepy, I stand up and go outside. I love the winter air. It always refreshes my mind and there’s just a cold bite to it that I enjoy. Coming back inside, I boot up my computer, hoping to enjoy it a little before heading out. The winter days swim together, phasing throughout my mind, and I fall asleep again, or I have woken up.