The alarm screeched. It begged for my attention like a dog needing a morning walk. It wouldn't receive it.I was sleeping off a day of travel. Vacations have their costs, and mine left me with a debt of late work. That debt was paid with midnight oil.
After realizing where I was, I began searching for reasons to postpone my return to student life. Sleep beckoned me like a silent siren, and I was powerless.
I was startled awake by a striking revelation. There was one reason to attend class that stood firmly planted against an army of opposition.
Arianne.
I regularly sit next to the reason for this dissonance. She makes the 7:45 am trudge uphill worth every exhausting step. Unfortunately, I have spoken fewer words to her than I had minutes to get ready for class. There weren't many.
"Today will be the day," I thought.
I conspired against the simple "hellos" and awkward smiles and made a resolution to ask her out. I dashed from the apartment with razor burns and a wrinkled shirt and began my march.
I rehearsed some pathetic ice-breaking jokes that could probably be found on a taffy wrapper. I felt fully prepared when I arrived.
Ten minutes passed with no sign of the reason for my attendance. The teacher lectured while my attention was homed on the door. My second revelation of the day was not as exciting. She wasn't coming.
I smiled at the irony of it all.
I imagine that she had the same morning struggle. She woke up to a needy alarm and weighed out her options. Unlike me, her morning experience was not filled with beautifully motivating thoughts.
"Is there a reason for me to go to class today?" She probably thought.
Nope.
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