The Alarm Clock Situation

I've always had an amazing inner clock. I just wake up on time. It's not a routine thing. I just know that I have to wake up at a certain time and I do. Usually an hour or half an hour before I need to. I don't know why this happens, but that's just how I've always been.

Lately I've been very tired and I've been sleeping passed the time I need to be awake. I did discover that I can deploy in twenty minutes but that's not at all enjoyable. I was talking about my recent string of hasty departures and my mom suggested that she could wake me up before she leaves. That sounded lovely. The next morning, I woke up at nine and ran out of the house ten minutes later to catch the bus. My mom forgot. I know she forgot because we never brought it up. Well! I decided that I'd just have to be like the rest of the world and set my alarm. I my cassette/radio/alarm clock for eight o'clock. 

Promptly at eight, some dreadful pop song woke me up. Fifteen minutes later, my mom knocked on the door to get me up before leaving for work. I thought it was strange but whatever right? The next day, I again set my alarm. I wasn't prepared to leave anything up to chance. Everything is coming due this week. I have to be there even more than usual. My alarm went off again. Sure enough, fifteen minutes later, my mom came to wake me up.

I spent some time wondering what the hell was going on. Finally, I came to the conclusion that she could hear the music from my radio and would at that point remember that I am in fact still here. She's asked me again if I'd like for her to wake me up. I said yes... we'll see. I've set the alarm regardless.

Otherwise, I have to admit that I feel like an ass. I ran into a friend that I haven't seen or talked to in months and all I could say was, I'll email you. How douchy is that? Yet another downside to BEd. I secretly think our lack of ability to socialize outside of our immediate BEd people is the reason for sections... just so you have some emotional/mental support. How many of my pre-BEd friends have I hung out with this year? One. And what did I do with her? I brought her to my How To Teach History Class. God I'm awful. I was a good friend before this! I swear I was! Come Christmas I'm going to hang out with my former friends until they're positively sick of me. I'm going to try anyway.

That's all I've got for today. I have a few more emails to send and then off to bed I go. Long day tomorrow.

Lauren.