I hate 7:30's

--The alarm sounds off at 5:30 in the morning, and I swat at it almost instantly--now a nocturnal buzz fills the room. The AC is always on because it supplies me with white noise, which helps slow my mind. It's freezing when I wake up, and my only incentive to abandon my warm atmosphere accumulated from 5 hours of body-heat, is consequence...if I don't get up, I won't pass my Exam...
--So I slide out of bed, glance in the mirror--I remember thinking to myself: "I usually need gel to get my hair to stick up like that." I flip the switch on the Mr. Coffee, and a piercing green power-light hurts my eyes, but dulls quickly...I get my things together for my shower, and sort of lumber down the hall, putting out my arm to brace the wall before I fall into it as I'm walking. I get to the bathroom, and the motion sensors kick on, and turn all the fluorescent lights turn on in the bathroom...I manually turn off the ones in the shower. I slide the curtains to one side, and step in the shower area, and set up my things on the shelves in one of the shower cubicles...I turn the hot water on before I even step in--I'm not going to bear the 2 seconds of cold water when I first step in.
--I get back to my room, and everythings pitch black except for the Mr. Coffee light-- a beacon to morning sustenance. I pour myself a cup, and add a little sugar, set it on my desk and wait for it to cool as I examine my closet...I'll dress warm for the 7:30's--not to mention it's like the arctic in here. I get dressed, look over my notes, and skim through a few chapters in the lab manual to prep for the Bio Lab Exam. I drink my coffee as I circle bits of useful knowledge--careful not to burn my tounge...a fruitless effort. The nocturnal buzz refuses to be stifled by the blue glow of an early sunrise--I take some time to just sit and rest before I have to head out. I finish the rest of the coffee, fill up my bookbag with the essential books for today; I grab my keys and my phone, then I'm out the door.
--It was warmer than I had anticipated outside...but there was still some refreshing breeze from the storm last night--enough to fill my lungs--it wakes me up better than the coffee I think. As I walk down the street, I watch all the people like me walking to their 7:30's...but they seem so much more hurried--rushing across the street, and power walking to class. I'm passed by at least 10 people on the way...I thought about matching pace--it was too early for that. I had plenty of time.
--I enter the building--keeping my pace all the way to the Laboratory. I take my seat, pull out my notes, and look over them again--I'm the only one there. There's a buzz from the fluorescent lights, and a strong smell of ammonia cleansers...this is definitely a laboratory. I abandon my post for a few minutes to get some animal crackers and some water from the vending machines. When I get back to the lab, more people are starting to show up--all so worked up about the exam...I thought to my self: why don't I feel the same? -- I never get that worked up. Sometimes I feel I should...but I just don't see the point. You don't think clearly, and you're using up way too much energy for some little spec in your life. The prof. passes out the exams, and tells us not to write anything on them--I fill mine out as soon as I get it, but wait until she says "begin" before I answer any actual questions. Within 5-10 minutes I finish with the exam, and turn it in...about 30 minutes before the time was up--I got some disgusted looks from classmates. It feels good to ace an exam. The prof handed me the assignment for the lab, and I read over it a few times, then doodled and spaced out until the rest of the class finished the exam--I couldn't start the actual assignment until the class had finished.
--The lab was all about spectro-analysis, and we were identifying the concentration of hemoglobin in our unknown sample...easy lab, and we're out an hour early. I go get some food at the dining hall, and take it to my car--don't want to walk all the way back the my dorm. I set up all my food on the dash board--apple sauce, orange juice, and some more animal crackers. I look for a good radio station...but I lost interest in that, and decided to just put in a CD. I listened to a bit of Jeff Buckley, some Mars Volta...I got some odd glances from passer-by's as I was eating applesauce, and singing along to the songs...hypocrites.
--that's been my day so far...I don't know why I wrote it all down...Maybe someone will get a kick out of it. -- feel free to post
-Ryan