Life can look a little bleak when you have to get up at 5 in the morning.
Sometimes getting up at 5 means that you’re about to go on an adventure. I remember many journeys (and/or field trips) that began by waking up before most of the world was awake. Mornings like this were always accompanied by a quivering knot of eager anticipation sitting in the stomach, making eating that balanced breakfast nearly impossible. Mornings like this involved sweatshirts and jeans and climbing into a car or bus and going somewhere new and far away.
I’ve woken up at 5 to make sure I get to the airport on time. For some reason international flights are always scheduled in the morning, so in order to make sure I have everything and get to the airport in time, I have to get up at some unholy hour. Still, it’s an adventure. Adventures are worth early mornings.
Waking up at 5 A.M. to study, on the other hand, is nowhere near as fun.
You’re groggy, for one, and desperate for coffee. You pour yourself the first cup of several, and climb back in bed, mentally kicking yourself for not foreseeing the unavoidable roadblocks that kept you from studying the night before.
Then you stuff information into your head, hoping things will stick. They don’t—at least not many of them. But it’s better than not trying.
Then, at the last possible moment, you trade your PJs for actual clothes and head to class, pencil in one hand and thermos in the other.
Eight o’clock tests are the worst.
Thankfully, the worst part of the day is over. Now all you have to do is go to one more class (or a few), pay attention (mostly), work out (lengthily, stretching a lot), and then go to bed—that thing you’ve been missing for the last several hours.
But you were prepared. You did the best you could. No, you didn’t wake up for a trip into the wild unknown, but you did wake up in time to do what you needed to do. Which is good enough.