False alarm

Most people enjoy lucid dreaming because they are aware that they are dreaming and dreams offer a no consequence environment to experience. Researchers wanted to investigate if there is a correlation between lucid dreaming and pressing snooze on alarm clocks. In my article called “Lucid…

With the guilt of knowing I will not reach eight hours of sleep tonight, I force my brain to shut down, and darkness envelopes me. The next day drags on and soon find myself falling captive to my bed once more. A fire alarm blares and I jolt off my bed, only to realize that my alarm had gone off. Race day has arrived. Heart pumping, I snatch my prepared outfit for the day and quickly hop into the shower. After I am clean…

Every morning my alarm goes off with it’s usual perky and uplifting beat. I can only assume that the person who created this arousing tune had the intention of waking one up feeling fresh, revitalized, and ready to take on the day. The reality is, it does the complete opposite, it makes me want to cover myself in enough blankets and pillows until I can finally drown out the horrendous noise. Instead I reluctantly force myself out of bed at an ungodly time and drive to Oak Grove elementary school…

“Beep Beep Beep!” My alarm usually screams at me to wake me from my usual unforgiving short bedtime hours, but not today. Today, waking up without the assistance of that cringe worthy noise, with eyes still heavy, I reached my arm out from under the cozy blankets and switched the alarm button to off, as it was no longer needed. Bringing my arm back into my side, with my eyes still closed I laid there wondering why this morning I did not have to be shaken back to life. I easily narrowed it down…

beep beep beep, my dreadful alarm clock goes off it is 6:30 AM on saturday, you are probably wondering why i am getting up at 6:30 on Saturday well good question i have a gymnastics meet. Today is my sister Leela’s first gymnastics meet today and that means my mom will be showing all of her attention to her. Anyway when I finally get up I get in the shower and then dry my hair so when I get done drying my hair so today i am going to do a ponytail and when I am done with that I put my leotard…

Beep, beep, beep! went Juniper's alarm. "Ugh," groaned Juniper, dragging herself out of bed. Juniper used the washroom, made her bed, and changed her clothes. Juniper loved the mornings, except for one part: going through the hallway; it took like one million years to get through! One million years later, she reached the stairs and sighed with relief. "Ahhh!" exclaimed Juniper. She started to walk down the stairs . . . until she reached the bottom stair with a toy car stuck to her bottom.…

The alarm clock wakes me up early in the morning. I want to sleep more. But I have to leave my bed. Then I go to the bathroom. I brush my teeth. I take a bath, get out the shower dry myself up, and wrap my towel around my body. I go back into my bedroom and sit in my chair, where my dresser is to do my hair. I always like to to do big sexy curls for work, and make sure my hair looks very big, and puffy. So I always use my straighter to curl my hair, it always last longer if I use my straighter.…

electronics include, a computer/laptop, printer, an alarm clock, cell phone and a surge protector. These items are not necessary for school, but more of a want. The students can utilize the school library for all of their electronics. However, if the student had their own, then they don’t have to share or go to the library to complete assignments. Also, a cell phone is more of a convenient than a need because all public buildings have phones. The alarm clock may seem more like a need, but we…

Dawn broke to an explosion of bird songs, the cacophony startling Booker awake with a disgruntled groan. Unimpressed by the early morning alarm clock, he angrily pulled his pillow over his head and attempted to drown out the noise. However, the humorous fact that the sound easily penetrated through the downy feathers brought a good-natured smile to his lips, and with a resigned sigh, he threw the pillow onto the floor and sat up. From across the room, Tom yawned loudly, a sleepy smile…

A bellowing screech pierced through the dark, night sky. Elle Thomas had forgotten to finish her algebra homework, and if she wanted to keep her 4.0, she had to get all the questions right. Almost instantly, Greg, her father knocked on her heavy wooden door in his signature style. Knock knock knockity knock, knock knock. “Everything alright in here Cupcake?” he inquired. “That was quite the scream.” “Yeah,” Elle responded. “I just forgot a few homework problems.”…