If you didn’t already know, I used to hate getting up before 8 AM. I mean, 10 AM was good, 11 AM was better. Bed time used to be around 2 AM. A lot of AM’s are flying around here right now.
Then I married Curtis. This is how Curtis works.
Me, six months ago: I need to call Curtis! Something funny is on TV and I need to call and tell hi–Oh. It’s 10:30. He’s in bed.
Me, today: It’s 8:30. I have so much to do before I go to bed in 90 minutes [side note: I just went and watched TV for an hour and now I'm back and it is almost 11 PM--GASP].
I have somehow become a morning person. I don’t like waking up at 5:45 AM, but I do arrive to my 8 AM class not feeling like I got hit by a train. Mind you, this is done with lots of coffee. Lots and lots of coffee.
So there you have it, kids. Go to bed early for about two weeks and get on a morning schedule. That’s how I did it, that’s how America does it–aaaand it’s worked pretty well so far.
I now leave you with something more exciting than my sleep schedule.
ME WITH THE DINOSAUR WORLD DINOSAUR.
It wasn’t 8 AM yet as I turned the corner to enter southbound Interstate 69. I immediately had to slam on my breaks because, lo and behold, traffic was backed up all the way up the ramp. All of the radio stations were jabbering on their morning shows or playing Bruno Mars, and I refuse to listen to either of those. Luckily, I reminded myself, my class doesn’t start for another hour.
It all seems very dramatic, but it was just a matter of merging and then cutting a few people off so I could be in the left lane and out of the way. I got to campus with 40 minutes to spare before class. It’s not so bad, really. I thought rush hour traffic before 9 AM would be like the Oregon Trail or something more treacherous.
Not true! I leave a lot earlier than I would if I lived on campus (as evidenced by my “wake up a half hour before class, put on pants and shoes and go” methods of the past), but it’s really not so bad. I say this now, but tomorrow I bet there will be bumper to bumper traffic and I’ll never make it.
Tomorrow is Friday, though, and that is something I am getting used to being excited about again. All summer I’ve been working crazy hours, sometimes having days off, sometimes not, and I always worked through the weekend. It’s different now that school has started. Friday means something again!
And I can talk about Friday without bringing up that horrible Rebecca Black song anymore. I think. I hope.