I wrote this on Monday...but, haven't gotten around to posting it until now.
Consequently, bear in mind--this was written on monday:
My day began in typical fashion.
I woke up to the melodious sound of "A-Castle-in-the-clouds" and the first initial response I had to it was: Oh no, it's not really morning yet, please let that sound be in my head. The funny thing is, sometimes I have imagined that song. It haunts my movements. This song signifies the beginning of most of my days. I dread hearing it now. I have it set to go off at precisely six am and it always seems to go off way too early. But, in fact, it really does go off at exactly 6 am.
This morning I did something different. Normally I am the type of person that rolls right out of bed. Not because I find it easy to get up in the morning. No, just that--if I lay there any longer I begin to feel guilty. Really...that feeling is too much for me. I can't handle it.
But, today I stayed in bed. Which, means one of two things. A) I must be deathly ill and paralyzed or B) I'm extremely tired + need a "power nap" after my "sleep" to give me enough strength to pursue the day full of classes.
That's where I ended writing on Monday. I don't know where exactly I was going with this. Perhaps [by the sounds of it] I was going to explain how little my life changes--thus, why staying in bed was a big deal. I mean, come on--that's not very exciting nor adventurous. But, my life changes to extremes. So, that couldn't be where I was going with it.
I'm going to post it because...
I haven't posted in a while.
Maybe I'll finish it up later with a good conclusion. My english teacher would be horrified to see this sloppy work. The paper is lacking slightly in the conclusion department-it has an all most non existant point. Well, the point is to express that I don't know what the point is....yet.
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Glad you posted-I miss you in the blog world. I think "staying in bed after the alarm rings" can provoke a lot of thought.
Like, what a gift it is at your age to be able to "roll right out of bed"(I never could)OR the joys of catching a few extra moments in a cozy bed before beginning MONDAY.
OR how, when first married, I had to put Dr. T's alarm clock ACROSS the room to get him out of bed in the morning(so he wouldn' roll over and hit the "snooze" button 10 times and be late for work!
OR how this makes me think of the electric glow-in-the-dark ANALOG clock I had beside my bed growing up that woke me on cold winter mornings. The only "sound" was from the radio in the kitchen below where my Dad would listen(and I would listen in hope) to the weather report to see if work and classes were canceled!
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