Personal Narrative Essay

I wake up to the alarm clock blaring loudly in my ear. Next, I rise slowly

It was a normal morning, still laying down in the warm embrace of my down comforter. I set my daily alarm to go off at 5:50 a.m., and after about 5 clicks of the snooze button, I muster up the courage to emerge from the sheets like a kodiak leaving hibernation.

11.38 pm. Sleep seems to be away in a distant land far from my reach.

I groaned at the incessant beeping of my alarm clock, rolling over to search for the snooze. I had stayed up until midnight the previous night with an engrossing book, and I was by no means ready to get up now.

At six a.m. I tumbled out of bed at the sudden sound of my alarm clock. I’m never ready for it when it happens. I rolled off the bed, hitting the floor and as I steadily got up to

A few years ago cheerleading was a huge part of my life. I was on two competitive teams that worked hard three days a week to perfect our routines. When we were not practicing we were encouraged to attend open gyms which were aimed at practicing our tumbling skills. I attended the open gym being held one day not knowing that it would be my last. As I landed a one handed cartwheel my knee was twisted so drastically that I heard a loud pop that followed up with intense pain. After icing it and resting for a few days, I started to interpret my pain as being more serious due to the fact that it was giving out on me while doing daily tasks. I also had two close friends that had torn ligaments in their knees that needed repaired with surgery, so

Waking up to my alarm sounding at early morning I really don’t feel like getting up as I try to sleep in as long as I can. With my dad calling my name from downstairs and constantly calling me on my cell phone, I finally awake my lazy self to get in the shower. As I get ready that morning excitement of a Friday rushes through

I never would think about showing an animal. I decided to go wild and show a steer my junior year, I did not think about showing an animal so big before but it was worth the wild. I knew it would be hard work, dedication and responsibility. I worked so hard to get where I wanted that steer and it sure did pay off. Being successful is something that someone feels when they work for something that they tried so hard on and then succeeded in it. Success is the way I felt when I was getting ready for the show while I was standing to be called in my class and how I felt when I got out of the show ring.

I sit up on my bed, yawning and stretching as I look at my beeping alarm clock. As I switch it off, I look at the time; the clock says it’s 6:34. Cool. I start walking out of my room and towards the kitchen when I realize I had thirty minutes to get ready for school. Meh, plenty of time.

As my alarm clock yells at me to get up, I turn over in bed and see that it is only 6am. It's a necessity to rise and shine before the crack of dawn on days like these...

Three am. Staring at the ceiling. I have to get up at 7 for school in the morning and I’m in no shape to do so. My whole body hurts from lack of rest this whole week, and yet I still can’t seem to just close my eyes and sleep. I scroll on my phone for bit and get an idea. I text my mom to see if she’s awake and head downstairs to start setting up the kitchen. I think I woke her up, but I’m not worried about it. In my household it’s always a good time for breakfast.

The sun hits like a bullet of faith and then suddenly I am wide awake. The buzzing of the alarm clock suddenly stops, seven thirty, the numbers read. I pull my comforter tighter under my chin and close my eyes, fully intending to get up in a few minutes, but not yet. I can not do it yet. Unfortunately, my Mother is always there to wake up on time. The listlessness of my voice surprises me. I groan and fold the thick layers of blankets off of me. The frigid December air pounces. As I watch, thousands of tiny bumps germinate on my arms, and the fine hairs stand alarmingly straight. I stretch my arms and yawn away the sleep out of me, the day starts.

I wake up to my alarm clock going off for the third time, I’ve hit snooze twice already, so I tell myself only one more time then you have to get up. After another five minutes, my alarm goes off again. I begin my usual morning routine before work, I get in the shower, then I get dressed, brush my hair and teeth. It’s already 6:40 and I need to be at work by 7:15. I quickly get in my car and head to the interstate so I can make it to work on time.

I wake up just enough to roll over. As I do so, the annoying, repetitive sound of my alarm clock fills my ears. I groan and roll myself out of bed. I trudge over to my dresser and turn the alarm off. I don 't feel like going to school today, especially since I know that Dad will be calling Mom while I 'm gone.

I didn’t wanted to get up even though i was tired of laying down. I put up my phone; the time is 9:19 a.m. i’ surprised they didn 't wake me early. My mother and Father believe that bed is from 11 at night to 8 in the morning. Any sooner or later was abnormal. She always told me only bad things happen at night and only slobes sleep past 9. I guess i fell into that category.