I am but a normal and lowly individual and I struggle to rise from my peaceful slumber before 8 am and fight immensely to be vertical within 15 mins of opening my eyes.
I’ll never recover from the midnight happiness that I have lost
By Matthew Fraser, Editor in Chief
Way back in 1967, Marvin Gaye and Kim Weston sang “It takes two” the message of that song was positive, uplifting, loving. But I dread the idea of two. For me, it only takes a single morning class to ruin my life.
Apparently for a lot of people, waking up at 7 am is perfectly normal and automatic. One of my friends does so every morning and follows her ungodly awakening with a run. I am but a normal and lowly individual and I struggle to rise from my peaceful slumber before 8 am and fight immensely to be vertical within 15 mins of opening my eyes.
Realistically, my ideal hours lay between 11 am and 3 am. Barely enough time for necessary activities, just enough time for hanging out and plenty of time for late-night music sessions. However, the evils of a schedule, forced upon me by my recently discovered adult ambitions have thrown a cursed wrench in my gears. Yes, the golden post-midnight silence has been lost to me as I have a 9:30 am class.
During the pandemic, classes at that hour were acceptable given that I took my classes from the comfort of my own home. Now, the SkyTrain beckons me and the 30+ minute commute is the necessity of my daily journey. For later classes, this is no problem. Even I can shake my tail feathers and be somewhere for 11 am; but should that starting class be anytime before 10, the horror, the pain, the incalculable sorrow.
Some people are built for an early day while others are built for late-night contemplation. Some people bond out of their beds, ready to seize the world by its throat and throttle it until it yields success, others slink out of bed into the late morning sun and accost the world as it sits down for lunch.
What difference does it make when we commit our acts of conquest on life’s daily struggles? As long as we win, the hour is irrelevant.
Alas, my new struggle is the early rise. The ability to succeed has been moved a little further from my preferred hour than I would like. Now, I start my day with a stream of curses and a few repeated alarms set at 15 min intervals. You should be happy for me that I have broken the need for 5-minute intervals for my alarms.
I think it is high time that we split the world in two. We should set a schedule for the early risers and the triumphs they envision and then set a later schedule for all of us late risers and our successes. No, I am not lazy; I’m perfectly capable and completely unwilling so don’t make daft accusations like that anymore.