Why My Alarm Clock Hates Me ?

This was supposed to be the “rise and grind” era. Turns out it’s just “rise and cry.”

Let me start by saying: waking up at 5 AM sounds noble. It sounds like something successful people on podcasts do:  “Wake up early. Seize the day. Align your chakras.”

But here’s what actually happens: I wake up at 5 AM, question all my life choices, and then fight my alarm like it owes me money.

☠️ The 5 AM Tragedy Begins

My first alarm rings with the innocence of a baby bird.
“Wake up,” it whispers sweetly.
And I, being the gentle soul I am, punch the snooze button like I’m entering a WWE ring.

Ten minutes later, alarm #2 kicks in this one’s more aggressive. It vibrates, screams, and probably reports me to the UN for ignoring it.
Still, I snooze it again because “5 more minutes won’t kill me,” I say... unaware that 5 minutes is actually just a gateway drug to “oops, it’s 6:03.”

😵 Is My Bed Secretly a Black Hole?

No matter how much willpower I gather at night, my bed’s gravitational pull in the morning is unbeatable.
I once set my phone across the room so I’d have to get up to turn off the alarm.
Plot twist: I crawled back into bed like I had just fought a war.

Even my blanket joins the conspiracy. It suddenly feels softer, warmer, and more emotionally supportive than half the people in my life.
I’d be like, “I have to leave.”
And the blanket says, “But what if you didn’t?”

🧠 My Brain at 5:00 AM: Not a Team Player

Now you’d think your own brain would help you in times of crisis.
Wrong.
At 5 AM, my brain becomes a stand-up comedian with no chill.

It starts replaying:

• That embarrassing thing I did in 2014.

• A list of pending assignments.

• “What if I become a monk instead?”

Meanwhile, I’m supposed to be brushing my teeth and getting ready. But I’m just standing there, staring into the mirror like I’m in a slow-motion drama trailer.

☕ The Race Against Time

Between fighting sleep, missing breakfast, and trying to iron one sleeve of my t-shirt while brushing my hair, I become a multitasking ninja.
A very chaotic ninja.

By 6:15 AM, I’m out the door like I’m running from the FBI.
I trip, forget my water bottle, and probably my self-respect, too.
It’s a miracle if I make it to class without looking like I just finished a half-marathon.

🎓 The Final Boss: 7 AM Class

I reach the classroom and sit there with my face on the desk, questioning my existence while pretending to understand what the professor is saying.

“So, as you can see from this derivation”
No sir, I cannot see. My eyes are open, but my soul has left the building.

And somehow, there's always that one student who looks fresh, energetic, and annoyingly alert.
I don’t know what deal they made with the universe, but I suspect witchcraft.

🧘‍♀️ Conclusion: A Love-Hate Saga

Waking up at 5 AM is like being in a toxic relationship with your own schedule.
It builds resilience, sure.
But also sarcasm, caffeine dependency, and Olympic-level running skills.

If you're also part of the 5 AM Pain Club, just know you’re not alone.
We're all out here with messy hair, one shoe untied, and a heart full of regret trying to get that attendance.

And that, my friend, is the real engineering experience. 

How do you survive early morning classes?
Do you use 17 alarms? A roommate? Divine intervention?
Share your secrets in the comments  I need inspiration. Or validation. Or both.