Tyler

I never considered myself a morning person. In fact, I still would not consider myself a morning person. Though surprisingly enough, I am able to wake up at 4 a.m. and be a functioning human being. At least for a little bit.

When the marimba music starts blasting from my alarm clock at 4 a.m. I immediately get up and roll out of bed. If anyone were to see me in the wee morning hours, they would assume I am impersonating a zombie. My eyes glazed over as I shuffle to the kitchen to make my daily bowl of maple brown sugar oatmeal with a scoop of peanut butter. I even eat my oatmeal at a dreadfully slow pace. When 4:30 a.m. hits, I head to the trusty keurig and make a fresh cup of coffee with hazelnut creamer. By 4:45 a.m. I am out the door on the way to Caribou Coffee.

By the time I enter the coffee store, I  have no choice but to force myself to be wide awake. I quickly pull shots of espresso and steam milk for lattes for overtired, cranky customers heading to work. My four hour shift flies by. I am on my way back to campus by 9:15 a.m. I quickly make a pit stop back at my apartment to get on my leotard, secure the ballet bun and pack my lunchbox. Yes, I am a junior in college and I proudly say that I carry a lunchbox with me. Anyways, I usually make it just in time for early morning plies in my 10 a.m. ballet class. Most of the dancers woke up within the hour, yet I have already been awake for six hours.

I make it to late afternoon before I feel like death. A nap is first priority, or more coffee. If I am lucky, I get a rejuvenating energy burst that leads me through my three hour dance rehearsal to follow. A gallon of sweat later, rehearsal is over and it is homework time. Even this dance/journalism major has homework. In fact, I have quite a lot. Post-rehearsal/homework time always comes with a snack. Hummus and pita is preferred, but sometimes I have to revert back to the trusty Quaker oatmeal for the second time that day. You can never have to much oatmeal, is what I like to think…

Homework, homework and homework. But after the fairly unproductive study session, it is time for bed. Of course I am looking forward to my next early morning Caribou shift.

After my entire blog of work complaints, you may be wondering why exactly I am putting myself through this insane schedule. Well, today I made over $6 in tips, plus my actual pay. A poor college/starving artist can buy a lot with $6. I could get two hummus and pita packs from Oasis. I could get Chipotle or that Jimmy John’s that I have been craving for far too long. Or better yet, I could get mint chocolate chip ice cream from Whitey’s and then hit up Yotopia for some more frozen treats. Don’t even get me started on Mesa’s macaroni and cheese pizza… Obviously, I am quite hungry right now.

Well, I am off to eat some hummus and read some examples of narrative journalism.

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