I’ve never trusted alarm clocks. They’re basically tiny robots designed to destroy your morning. Mine has one job, wake me up for school, but it can never seem to do it right. Last Tuesday, it went off at 3 a.m. The beeping was so loud I swear everyone in the neighbourhood could’ve heard it.
I stumbled out of bed, eyes half-closed, trying to find the snooze button. Instead, I knocked over a glass of water, accidentally rolled off my bed, turned on my desk light, and didn’t manage to turn my alarm off until I was fully awake by the screeching sound in my ear.
Once I finally turned it off, I looked at the time and realized I had almost three more hours of sleep. I tried to fall back asleep, but now my brain was fully awake and I just started asking random questions to myself to stay busy and hopefully fall asleep.
That night, I unplugged it, buried it under a pile of laundry, and set my phone alarm instead. The next morning, my phone didn’t go off at all. So yeah — maybe I just wasn’t meant to go to school on time.