Rewind to last Thursday. I was in the home stretch of cluster exams and I was absolutely ready to
curl up in a ball and cry finish strong with my therapeutics exam.
I got home from my philosophy class around 8PM, made dinner, looked over notes for meningitis and blood/heart infections for two hours and then at 10:30 went: YOU KNOW WHAT?
And went to bed.
I then woke up at 3:30 AM and continued studying because my exam was at 8:00 AM on campus.
That was … really weird. People on my Facebook on the west coast were still up from the day before doing normal people stuff like watching Netflix and playing on the Internet and I was up at an ungodly hour cramming my brain with empiric regimens for late-onset hospital acquired pneumonia.
Then at 9:00 AM when I was done, it felt like 2PM and it was SO ODD. But I got McDonald’s breakfast and went back to bed so everything was okay. All I can say is: NEVER AGAIN. You hear that, finals?
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.