6:57 a.m., the light flicks on and the world is awake, “will you put my hair in a ponytail?” My little sister who is eleven still depends on my weary eyed help for her hair every morning. In a flat seven seconds I have it pulled back and mumble, “now close my door and turn the lights out.” Class doesn’t start until eleven for me, that’s time to stay in bed where it’s warm. “No, mom says you have to wake up and pack the girls' lunches.” This is a morning ritual. I am sleep deprived but I stumble out of bed, find my glasses and make two peanut butter and jelly's, hand them to my younger sisters, bid them good day and hobble back to bed. Finally, back to sleep. 8:45 the alarm goes off-- snooze is my best-friend. 9:15 comes around, “ugh.” I live thirty minutes from campus, if I push my luck and don’t bet on traffic I have until 10:25 to be on the road. 9:20 and I’m pushing my luck, finally rolling out of bed to brush my teeth.
