Being on time just a tick away from being a grown-upNov. 14, 2006
By LAURA FRASE
Beep. Beep. Slam.
I swear I'm going to break the snooze button on my alarm clock just like I wore it out on the last one.
After the sixth time I hear those awful beeps, I realize I'm going to be late.
I've started this morning just like every other despite each night telling myself, "I think I'll get up early, take a shower and maybe, just maybe, make breakfast."
I throw on the closest thing within my reach, brush my hair, brush my teeth, grab a Sprite for breakfast and race out the door, trying to recall what I have forgotten today. Record time - four minutes.
It baffles me how hard it is to get going in the morning, and every day I wish that I could be a morning person.
You know, one of those people who starts their day off right: a nice jog at 5 a.m. just to get some fresh air, a healthy breakfast that's not in a plastic to-go wrapper or even taking the time to stretch out and read the newspaper before the day becomes so hectic that you can't look at today's news until it's yesterday's news.
This summer I had an internship in Dallas, but I lived about an hour outside of Dallas by myself.
Nobody was there to bang on my door or holler at me to get up. There wasn't even noise in the morning of fellow roommates scrambling to make it to class.
Every day, with the exception of one day, I made it to work at 8:30 a.m. with ease. I showered, dried my hair and often ironed clothing in the morning and even battled rush-hour traffic in Dallas.
The one day I slept through my alarm, I still made it to work on time an hour away. Why is it I can't make it to class on time when it only takes two minutes to drive to campus and possibly three more to park on a good day?
After realizing this summer that I actually could successfully get up in the morning, my whole mindset was thrown into a tizzy.
I never thought I was capable of such a feat. I always assumed it was physically impossible. Then it hit me. My gosh, I'm growing up.
While it's only a minute step, it's made me realize that I'm capable of so much more than I thought. As the days until graduation slowly count down, the dread I once felt about leaving the play world of no responsibilities, except to make it to class, don't scare me as much anymore.
For most seniors, the thought of finding a job or applying to graduate school is terrifying: afraid of rejection and not quite ready to be a full-fledged adult.
But if you take a moment and give yourself a good look, you'll find that we are adults.
Despite the sweatpants and dirty T-shirts we might wear to class, we are ready to take on the world.
But, until it's time to take on the world, I'm just going to have to hit the snooze button a few more times.
Laura Frase is a senior journalism major from Longview.