How could I turn down such a memory-ridden movie?
But that means I was up until 1:30, then I still had some reading to do. I promptly quit that at 1:45 so I could get a whopping 5 and a half hours of sleep.
Oy, I should have never scheduled a 9am. I realize some people have 7am and 8am classes, but it's hardly different. To me, getting up at 7:30 for my 9am is as bad (if not worse) than getting up at 6am for a 7am class (notice how the earlier the class is, the less time I give myself to get ready. For my 3pm class, I get up at noon).
Anyway...moral of the story, 10:30 is in fact the earliest I can take a class and function properly.
Sometimes I look back at high school with wonder. I don't know how I did it. Late nights, long days, too much work to fit in the brief time between activities and sleep...so sleep got the shaft. I almost envy that monster I used to be. She got shit done.