Why do alarm clocks fail only when you need them most?
When I thought, y'know, it couldn't get much worse? Turns out it got MUCH worse.
I woke up this morning, turned my head to my alarm, and effectively had a heart-attack.
10:30.
That's not possible, I thought. My alarm was still set, and on, for 6:30 a.m. There's no mixing a.m. and p.m. up because I use 24-hour time. And I never sleep through my alarm, so hell if I know what happened there.
Most importantly, though, I had an exam at 8 a.m.
I immediately started freaking out. I hopped on the computer to get my professor's extension. This was URGENT, and an e-mail would not do justice. Especially because any idiot who decided to get high instead of going to his exam could send him an e-mail.
I WAS CRYING. You can't confuse genuine horror with laziness, my friends.
Basically, he said that I could take it later today, and I thanked him profusely, and hung up. Then I raced to my 10:30 exam, which went a little more smoothly. I had a relapse of freaking out halfway through, and tearfully explained what happened, and the teacher joked that everyone should have at least one freakout a semester. I think I'm a little over that minimum, frankly.
At this point, it can't be stressed enough how much I want to go home.
I woke up this morning, turned my head to my alarm, and effectively had a heart-attack.
10:30.
That's not possible, I thought. My alarm was still set, and on, for 6:30 a.m. There's no mixing a.m. and p.m. up because I use 24-hour time. And I never sleep through my alarm, so hell if I know what happened there.
Most importantly, though, I had an exam at 8 a.m.
I immediately started freaking out. I hopped on the computer to get my professor's extension. This was URGENT, and an e-mail would not do justice. Especially because any idiot who decided to get high instead of going to his exam could send him an e-mail.
I WAS CRYING. You can't confuse genuine horror with laziness, my friends.
Basically, he said that I could take it later today, and I thanked him profusely, and hung up. Then I raced to my 10:30 exam, which went a little more smoothly. I had a relapse of freaking out halfway through, and tearfully explained what happened, and the teacher joked that everyone should have at least one freakout a semester. I think I'm a little over that minimum, frankly.
At this point, it can't be stressed enough how much I want to go home.