Day 9: First Day of School

My alarm rang at 7:00AM. So I promptly got out of bed 7:30AM. I woke up with a splitting headache and from a dream where I was yelling at a kid for bullying. I knew today was going to be one splendid day. Mark the sarcasm, if you will. I checked sigalert to see how bad traffic was. Damn, there's an accident. It's going to be pretty bad. I don't have time to fix my hair. I don't eat breakfast, but my mom packs me lunch (bless her soul) and I embark on my journey. Every bad song was playing on the radio. It was horrible. And guess what? There was NO traffic. I realized halfway that I looked at traffic for 91w rather than 91E, which was the route I was taking to go to school. Needless to say, I arrived at school 25 minutes early. I decided to fix my hair in the car, taking up an extra 10 minutes or so. By the way, the hair fixing did not do me any good. I looked like crap. I went to class. I tried to be happy as my classmates came through the door, but I'm pretty sure my lack of enthusiasm was completely obvious. Sorry, guys. For the first 1.5 hours, I felt like bricks were tied to my eyelids. I swear to you, I was seeing double. I felt like I was in a cage. My head was not clear. I was tired, grumpy, and hungry. All because I woke up at at seven freaking thirty. Considering that I woke up past 10am everyday during winter break, this is quite an adjustment. I like my sleep. I ate during our 15 minute break, and it was as if someone jolted me awake. Then I was able to be more attentive during class. I love my food too. I gained 5 pounds during a 1 week span. I'm pretty sure it's almost that time of the month, and I give into my cravings every single time. Oh well.