I hate alarm clocks. I usually never have a problem waking up to any sort of noise in the morning, but just in case, I always set two alarms for my 8:00 a.m. classes. The first one goes off at 7:00 and the second at 7:15. Well, I heard the first one… I reached over and turned it off. My throat was just as sore as the previous morning. And I definitely remember seeing every half hour on the clock from 3:15 a.m. until I woke up. I laid there in bed and decided to close my eyes and wait for the 7:15 alarm. It never happened…

By divine providence, I woke up at 7:50 a.m. I opened my eyes and looked at my clock. “Bad words!” as one of my friends likes to say… I jumped up, threw on my clothes, grabbed my books and a bag of peppermint tea, and ran out the door. I stopped by the pyschology commons at 7:59 to make some tea. My throat was raw once again, except this time I couldn’t talk. My voice was completely shot. Oh well. I walked into class at 8:02 along with my best friend Joey who had also just rolled out of bed. Click to continue »