It appears to be the main thing that happens to me lately—being late to lectures. Not somewhat late, either; I am talking about twenty-minutes-past-time, you-missed-half-a-lecture late. I promise you that I am not doing it on purpose. It just happens after an excuse here and situation there.
Somehow it feel eerily like the times when I began losing interest in classes, subjects, and school in general. Not only was it not pretty, it was a precursor to what I have since become, confused, older, directionless guy, back to home from school dorm and unable to escape without facing the certain circumstances (especially in this uncertain economy, where I can lose a job any day…) I feel that I am stuck in this life; I am not complaining, not too loudly yet anyway. You look around and see people suffering and you look at them and… is it the wiseness coming with the age when I say “I have been through worse.”?
I am wondering where things are going wrong. It could very well be the part-time job that I am doing, but I do not think that is very taxing physically; in fact, my head feels generally clearer by the time I am done. I do, however, require naps by the time I am done with class and before going to work—that explains very well how I get to work so late so often. It cannot be helped; I just require a lot of sleep. There must be ways to keep me awake while simultaneously separate me from my tendency to sleep whenever I can.
It looks deceptively simple, my problem of being late—I need to sleep, I feel sluggish, and I just want to do thing just-in-time. My tendencies explain a lot about the consequences that it entails…
Tell you what. I will wake up early tomorrow and be in class on time. It has not happened in that 8 o’clock class before. I will make it happen, dammit.
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