It\u2019s the incessant needy \u201cBEEEP,\u201d or maybe it\u2019s a song I once really liked, but have now grown a hatred towards. Some days it\u2019s my roommate getting ready to go workout, a bad dream, some times I\u2019m not even sure what it was\u2026 But it\u2019s what wakes me up from my magnificent slumber that really irks me.
\nThis particular morning I woke up to my first alarm, which was set to 6:45am. I had some homework I wanted to finish up before my class at 9:15am. I looked at my alarm, and then at the comfortable bed in which I lay.
\nThe bed won. I went back to sleep until my snooze went off 7minutes later at 6:52am. I hit the snooze again and dozed off back to sleep. I woke up somewhere around 7am to my second alarm. I decided to set an entirely new alarm for 7:25am. I fell back to sleep.
\nI woke up to this third set alarm, and began my homework.
\nI was in my bed typing away, really getting into my writing when my roommate walked in to the room. She had gotten up early to workout, and had just gotten out of the shower. She had 8am class.
\n\u201cWhat time is it?\u201d she asked.
\nI looked to the clock in the upper right hand corner of my laptop.
\n\u201c7:53,\u201d I answered.
\nShe rushed around to change, apply some make-up, and had barely enough time to add some finishing touches to her hair.
\nI continued with my writing until about 8:30am. I figured it was about time I start to get ready for class. I walk out of my room into the hallway where I see another one of my apartment-mate\u2019s door is open. I peer inside to see her sitting on her futon.
\n\u201cWhat time is it?\u201d she asks.
\n\u201c8:30,\u201d I reply.
\n\u201cWhat time do you have class?\u201d she asks.
\n\u201c9:15,\u201d I respond.
\nI think she just wanted to know what my plans were for that morning, I don\u2019t think she had class until 10:30am or so\u2026 But she did say something about having to study for a test and finishing up a paper.
\nI figure I have 40ish minutes to get ready, and that\u2019s if I want to be in class \u201calmost\u201d on time.
\nI\u2019m never on time.
\nI know that seems disrespectful, and trust me, I try, but I just feel like I never have enough time. I\u2019m always trying to finish something up, putting some perfecting finishing touches on a paper, or my hair.
\nI got to class at 9:16am, improvement from the past couple of times that I\u2019ve actually been 5minutes late or more.
\nWe talk about what seems like a bunch of random things, but they all pertain to our class in someway. My thoughts start to drift off. I begin making a mental list of things I need to accomplish later in the day, then for the rest of this week.
\nI look at the clock on my computer screen, it\u2019s 9:58am. We still have 22minutes.
\nI join back in on the conversation.
\nI start stressing even more.
\nWe\u2019re talking about two stories we\u2019ve recently had due, neither of which I\u2019ve turned in quite yet. I felt like I haven\u2019t had enough time to spend on them. That I haven\u2019t put together enough information for them to be complete.
\nTime.
\nIt\u2019s 10:20am, I pack up my things and leave the class.
\nI need to hang up some posters I made. I told the people I would have them hung up last week.
\nI won\u2019t be going into work today. Not after that class.
\nI\u2019m stressed out. And there doesn\u2019t seem to be enough hours in the day to accomplish all the things I want to accomplish.<\/p>\n
Time is my enemy, but I want\u2026 No, I need<\/em> more of it.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" It\u2019s the incessant needy \u201cBEEEP,\u201d or maybe it\u2019s a song I once really liked, but have now grown a hatred towards. Some days it\u2019s my roommate getting ready to go workout, a bad dream, some times I\u2019m not even sure … Continue reading