I think there are two types of people — on-time, morning people and persistently-late, nighttime people. I am not a morning person and I am definitely not an on-time person.
Unfortunately I have had an 8 a.m. class this semester, and even though it is an art class and I love art, it is so freaking early.
I try to be on time, but I am usually about two to five minutes late, no matter what I do. I think I have only been on time one day this entire semester and it was the time I literally stayed up all night and just went to Cracker Barrell at 6 a.m. and came back to school. Even when I think I’m going to be on time, something happens and I’m not.
Like I decide to go to Starbucks for coffee first, but then it takes forever for the barista to make my latte. Or my car won’t start. Or I forget my phone inside my house and I have to run back in and spend five minutes looking for it, where it will inevitably be buried under the four shirts I threw on the bed after deciding against wearing them.
My house is about 15 minutes away from school, it takes me about five minutes to walk from my car to the elevator and go up to the sixth floor and I usually spend about a minute sitting in my car in the parking lot trying to untangle my earbuds for my iPod so I can listen to music for the 20 feet between my car and the building.
I think being late is just part of my nature. Sorry. And my hating mornings probably contributes to the fact I am late for this particular class, or anything else before 9 a.m.
It is so difficult for me to get going at 7 a.m., especially now that it is still dark outside at that time. It doesn’t really make sense, though, because I used to get up at 6:30 a.m. when I was in high school. College changes your internal clock, for sure.
It probably doesn’t help that I am at school until about 1 or 2 a.m. every night helping put together this paper you are holding either.
All of these things are contributing factors to my tardiness, I am sure. But it doesn’t matter if I am magically on time or if I get to bed at a normal hour. I will never like the early morning hours, nor will I wish to talk to you until I have either had a cup of coffee or been awake at least three hours.
Growing up, I was a “morning bear,” no words came out of my mouth while getting ready for school with my siblings, only growls and noises.
My mother is a morning person, so when she used to wake me up singing “Rise and Shine and Give God the Glory,” I wanted to smack her. So you won’t be surprised to hear I want to smack every other morning person I come in contact with.
My boyfriend’s dad — morning person. Love him, but I have to lock the door when we all go on vacation together because he will ruin my mood on the beach if he wakes me up.
This doesn’t stop with just family. I want to smack every single person who giggles, talks too loudly, jokes, yells or, if you catch me in the right mood, smiles too early in the morning.
Hopefully people understand this is just part of my nature and personality. I’m not late and hate morning people because I’m lazy and grumpy. I just can’t be smiley that early. I need some time to get adjusted to the day.
And the sunlight.
The Brown-eyed Girl
I’ll be late and it’s too early for chit-chat
Published: Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Updated: Wednesday, November 18, 2009 00:11
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