Morning

When I was a little kid, my mom had a t shirt that had a cartoon duck on it. This poor duck looked like it had been run over and than shot. Below the picture, it said NOT A MORNING DUCK

I kinda feel like that duck at five in the morning. The morning is begun by my horrible beeping alarm clock, followed (30 seconds later) by Ozzy’s opening shrieks for Crazy Train. This is my brother’s cell phone, and it wakes everyone in the basement except for him. I actually moderately enjoy that song, but you can’t find a lot of love in your heart for something that screams at you to WAKE UP every morning.

After being refreshed like this, I have to get ready for school, which means locating my dance things, finding a clean uniform, eating breakfast (if there’s time, there usually isn’t), brushing my teeth, etc….. This actually isn’t anywhere near as bad as dragging myself out of bed, but I still have to walk ten blocks to school at six in the morning. It only takes me about twenty minutes, but it’s hot work.

Luckily, I like school, most teenagers don’t, and I don’t mind going early. It’s not like I have to walk through forty miles of driving rain and six feet of snow (uphill both ways, not to mention) with no shoes.