Scheduling my classes for around midday seemed like a good idea at the time. Unfortunately, that is exactly when my metabolism catches up with me. I may not have had to get up at the crack of dawn, but my morning commute is long enough that I still end up getting out of bed earlier than I’d like. So, to make up for this, I get myself some coffee and breakfast, but by the time I get to class, the food and drink has passed through my system. Fifteen minutes after class starts, regular as clockwork, I’m tired, I’m hungry, and I have to pee. None of these conditions make me particularly inclined to pay attention to the lecture, let alone share and participate, when all I can think about is my aching stomach and bladder. Unfortunately, I still have two hours of class time to go, so I just have to suck it up until then. No matter what I do, I end up ruined by the fact that my own bodily clock, and the almighty master clock that everyone else uses, refuse to have anything to do with each other. I can’t win.
