By Rebecca Dutta
September 7, 2010
7:00 AM
Today, my alarm clock must have rung at least five times before my sister finally barged into my room to tell me to, “shut the darn snooze button!” Painful moments later my dog ran into my room and brushed his furry coat against my stunned face, demanding attention. As if that weren’t enough, my mom walked in to tell me sweetly that I needed to wake up, and when that didn’t work, she pulled off my blanket, leaving me shivering in the Tuesday morning chill. Why did this morning feel so…
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Posted On October - 1 - 2010 ADD COMMENTS
By Rebecca Dutta
September 7, 2010
7:00 AM
Today, my alarm clock must have rung at least five times before my sister finally barged into my room to tell me to, “shut the darn snooze button!” Painful moments later my dog ran into my room and brushed his furry coat against my stunned face, demanding attention. As if that weren’t enough, my mom walked in to tell me sweetly that I needed to wake up, and when that didn’t work, she pulled off my blanket, leaving me shivering in the Tuesday morning chill. Why did this morning feel so…
