Despite having followed the routine of waking up early for school for weeks, I still struggled to adjust. My alarm clock began its persistent ringing at 6 am, but I found myself repeatedly hitting the snooze button. Every five minutes, the alarm pierced through the silence, sending vibrations through the table to my bed, yet I continued to ignore it.
It wasn't until I finally bothered to glance at the clock that I shot up from my bed like an arrow.
"Oh, shoot!" I exclaimed, hastily making my way to the bathroom, realizing I was once again running late.
With just fifteen minutes left before school started, I hurriedly got ready, investing every moment in preparation. Swiftly walking through the living room, I barely noticed Carl's sarcastic remark from behind.
"You still haven't learned
