Time For School - daily rituals, something that you do everyday and describe it with much details. This essay is about the 10 min that you get ready for school.
Time For School
Beep! Beep! Beep! My alarm clock screams, yet again, urging me to rise up from bed and get ready for school. Groggily, I lift my head toward the clock above me. Reaching out, I whack the snooze button. I have fifteen more minutes until the school bus comes. As I possess the deadly sin of sloth, I let myself drop to the bed, back into the safety and warmth of my cover, a typical decision for a typical day.
Beep! I rise up immediately, my eyes wide open. Panic takes over my body, causing my heart to beat fast. With a swift pound, I stop the beeping and turned off the alarm option of the clock. After a brief glance, I realized I still have ten minutes, nothing to worry about.
I slip on my sandals and walk to my dresser absent-mindedly, while trying to keep my eyes open. The sluggish part still has not left me. I'm just glad that I am not in a military school. Up and about at seven is enough exercise for me in the morning. Running few miles at dawn? No way.
I reach for the second drawer. As I have more t-shirts than pants, I randomly put on a pair of capris and search everywhere for a matching top. Only occasionally, I have the exact outfit I'm going to wear in my mind.
Next destination: kitchen. I open the refrigerator door and look for my usuals in it. I take out my favorite chocolate filled muffin, the last one too. While opening the cabinet door, grabbing a Starbuck's cappuccino, I bemoaned, since tomorrow, I would eat the chunky walnut muffin. I put the brown muffin in the microwave beside the fridge and heat it up for thirty seconds. If less, the chocolate inside would still be as hard as a rock. If more, it would flow like liquids, soaking up the whole muffin. Thirty seconds is perfect.
While I'm waiting, I shake the coffee drink listlessly, sitting besides the dining table. I twist the top open and guzzle down quickly to satisfy my thirst. Although some people say the first gulp distinctly boosts your energy mentally, I have never felt
Beep! Beep! Beep! My alarm clock screams, yet again, urging me to rise up from bed and get ready for school. Groggily, I lift my head toward the clock above me. Reaching out, I whack the snooze button. I have fifteen more minutes until the school bus comes. As I possess the deadly sin of sloth, I let myself drop to the bed, back into the safety and warmth of my cover, a typical decision for a typical day.
Beep! I rise up immediately, my eyes wide open. Panic takes over my body, causing my heart to beat fast. With a swift pound, I stop the beeping and turned off the alarm option of the clock. After a brief glance, I realized I still have ten minutes, nothing to worry about.
I slip on my sandals and walk to my dresser absent-mindedly, while trying to keep my eyes open. The sluggish part still has not left me. I'm just glad that I am not in a military school. Up and about at seven is enough exercise for me in the morning. Running few miles at dawn? No way.
I reach for the second drawer. As I have more t-shirts than pants, I randomly put on a pair of capris and search everywhere for a matching top. Only occasionally, I have the exact outfit I'm going to wear in my mind.
Next destination: kitchen. I open the refrigerator door and look for my usuals in it. I take out my favorite chocolate filled muffin, the last one too. While opening the cabinet door, grabbing a Starbuck's cappuccino, I bemoaned, since tomorrow, I would eat the chunky walnut muffin. I put the brown muffin in the microwave beside the fridge and heat it up for thirty seconds. If less, the chocolate inside would still be as hard as a rock. If more, it would flow like liquids, soaking up the whole muffin. Thirty seconds is perfect.
While I'm waiting, I shake the coffee drink listlessly, sitting besides the dining table. I twist the top open and guzzle down quickly to satisfy my thirst. Although some people say the first gulp distinctly boosts your energy mentally, I have never felt