Alarm clock Essays

hearing. American deaf and hearing individuals differ in various situations such as; how they alert themselves, how they communicate, and how they experience going to public venues. Waking up for most Americans may seem effortless and mundane. The alarm clock goes off with a loud ring to commence the day. Sometimes you press snooze a few times before finally getting out of bed to the sound of the last loud ring. Once you are awake and moving you are surrounded by objects that rely on your sense to hear

“ Get away from her!” I pressed the pause button and lowered the remote to the mahogany coffee table. I slowly sipped my concoction of tea and honey, that supposedly was supposed to melt away my illness. I gripped my mug tightly at the thought of having to go back to school after a week of true bliss, well besides the fact that I was enterally dieing and could barely breath from the snot clogging my nasal passages. I sighed as I arose from my fort of blankets and pillows to pop in Alien 3, probably

NIGHTMARE He should have woken her up the moment he sensed something was wrong. Hawke was usually a quiet sleeper. The moment she curled up in his arms and closed her eyes, she was gone. Her soft breaths were what lulled Fenris into a light sleep that could be disturbed if Hawke so much as twitched in her sleep. He was immediately alert when he felt Hawke tense, a small whimper escaping her. The hand on her back began drawing light patterns against her skin, the other moving up to brush through

Benefits of Sleeping on the floor Sleeping on the floor now at this point of evolution may sound not so comfy and classy. We find peace in those super soft beds after a whole tiring day at work or school. We are all so used to the comfort and luxury that we don’t realize the harm that is affecting us severely. Sleeping on the floor was earlier a regular practice and it’s actually a natural remedy for many diseases and aches. There are a number of benefits of sleeping on the floor. Our ancestors slept

As the front-loader washing machine in veranda spins, my eyeballs follow the circular motions. I watch the spin whenever my mom does the laundry, especially my favorite princess dress and teddy bear, Moca that I keep in my sleep. Although these two items are my favorites, I am paying more attention to something that no one would care: white, fragrant dryer sheets. There is a small mountain that no one ever seen in my room. It is a pile of various dryer sheets. Some are soft, some are wrinkled, and

No matter what time zone I am in, my phone buzzes most frequently when I am asleep. Whether a missed call from a friend in Kenya, an email from a musical collaborator in Canada, or a LinkedIn message from a U.K. investor in my educational startup, I eagerly wake each morning to many new notifications. Growing up, I traveled extensively, living on three different continents. In fact, my passport looked like my coloring book. Learning five languages and adapting to foreign environments while maintaining

It is a normal Tuesday morning, Azariah is awake. He looks up and sees the stars dancing in the sky as he smiles. He thinks it is too early, the sun is not even up even though watching the sunrise is something he truly enjoys, he decides that for once he can give in and sleep maybe for a few more minutes. As soon as he is snoozing of, he hears it. Briar just arrived. -Wakey wakey, time for class – Briar screams -there is no rest for the wicked- -Maybe you should look for another joke- Azariah says

Sleep.  Do you know what that means? It’s a beautiful word. I’ve been aching for sleep. My eyes drooping, straining to stay awake. My legs so tired I can barely stand. Any moment now, I feel I will crash into the floor leaving a big dent. All I can feel, is hatred for whoever committed this crime making me to stay up so freaking late. Should I just ask them if I can go home now? I know I have a serious job and all, being a detective, but I really don’t know what their saying, all I see are mouths

Lizzy Minnerath Block: 3 Creative Diary Day 1 I woke up and immediately felt the dizziness hit. It was common occurrence for me. I started to sit up, feeling the aches of my body. The rest of the choirboys were spread around me all in various states of awareness. I realized that the sound I previously thought was inside my head seemed to be some sort of ship horn, persistent long beats every ten seconds or so. Soon the sound woke the rest of my choir including our presumptuous leader, Jack, who

was practically dying of boredom, so much so that I was focusing on the tick-tock of the clock, and my head was starting to droop, falling slowly to rest on my desk. That is when I realized boredom was a real threat, and I had to do something drastic to save my life. Eternal torture began. Again. It went something like this every day of my life… Beep! Beep! I rose out of my bed and hastily turned the alarm clock off, careful not to break it, but hard enough to bring me a little joy. Only half awake

( The morning is bright as I wake up and I flinch waking up to the sun's rays directly on my face I then sit up in bed looking at my broken alarm clock and then look around my room messy as ever) wow. (yawns) First day of school and I havent missed it by over sleeping (looks over to the window wondering about my sister and brother) wonder if howler and comet are up yet? Maybe not welp (gets up out of bed fast and heads to their doors) guess its my job to wake them up. (bangs on each door repeatedly

drink again. Beep….. Beep….. Beep….. Yes! Now we are getting somewhere. You are dreaming and your alarm is going off to wake you from this horriable dream. Beep…. Beep… Beep… Hello! Its time to get up and turn off your alarm… Beep… Beep… Beep… What the hell is wrong with you? Your alarm is going off and you’re not moving. If you want to be lazy at least turn the alarm off before you go crazy from the sound. Reaching out my hand toward my night stand. Moving it around,

As I wake up, I am greeted by the same room I have been in since we moved here from California. My pink and brown walls welcome me as I roll over. I glance over at the clock. 8:34 a.m. Rolling onto my back, the ceiling stares at me. I close my eyes momentarily. It was strange waking up this early, mom usually wakes me up at nine for breakfast. One of my papers on the wall flutters up and back down. The wind from my ceiling fan makes it move, but the pins keep it in place. My green eyes scan the two

“Stop Setting Alarms on My Biological Clock” written by Carrie Friedman is about her experience about other mothers asking Friedman why doesn’t she have any children. Friedman wants mothers to stay out of her business since the decision of having children doesn’t concern them. Friedman isn’t sure if she is even able to produce offspring since she haven’t tried starting a family. Mothers should keep in mind that many women don’t have ability to have children. Friedman then points out that mothers

It’s unfamiliar– the nausea, rolling over him in waves like the ocean against the shoreline. He can’t quite sit still, constantly shifting or moving or fidgeting, because if he pauses he thinks he might freeze. It's 5:28am, and in two minutes his alarm will sound. He hasn't had the willpower to shut it off, because he knows if he takes more than two steps towards his dresser– where his pressed uniform and garrison hat lay untouched, though not disregarded– it makes it all real. The silence helps

It was long after the lumberjacks, and lumberjills had gone to rest. The time was around midnight, when I awoke my fellow wood chopper and started my premeditated journey. My coworker, George, had caused me a great deal of wrong doings, far worse than I wish to explain. It was time for him to be punished. I carefully creeped into George’s cabin, “George, George wake up pal.” “Martty? Do you know what time it is? What could possibly be so important? I'm trying to sleep here!”. “Oh that’s just it”

Approximately 6:00 am on 9/26/2017, while in my bathroom, I noticed someone stomp into a room overhead. I left the room and returned. The person seemed to be mimicking my actions again, as I prepared for work. Today's instance was just one of a continues series of events, in fact, this is something I have become to expect. I think these individuals choose times of the day when I am the least mobile. Like the morning while I prepare for work. I am most likely showering, shaving, or ironing or concentrating

The unwelcome beeping of my alarm awakens me from a deep sleep. I tune out the sound until I reluctantly acknowledge that my alarm isn’t going to mute itself. I roll over and slide my finger across my iPod screen. Groggily, I force myself out of bed, and stumble across the room to the bathroom. I reach for the shower knob and anticipate the luxury of the steaming water running down my back but, when I pull the handle, I continue to stand in the cold morning air. There is no water, again. I stand

Buttons BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP. The shrill beep of my alarm clock roused me from my peaceful sleep. I turned my head to get a better look at my clock, it reads 4:30. “ Uuuhhh this is too early.” Groggily, I hopped out of bed and grab my uniform from the hook and take a quick shower to help wake myself up. I grabbed a bowl and spoon from the cupboard in the kitchen and pour myself a bowl of cereal. Hastily i wolfed it down and headed down to grab my bags. My dad was waiting by the back door, we

Woven in the Fabric The stereotypical noise of an alarm clock surprises me out of my slumber. It is 5 a.m. on a Saturday. I am barely awake. Although most people would not like to start the weekend this way, I love getting up for work.There a 20 residents there relying on me. Groggily I wipe my eyes, time to get up. Throwing a thick layer of blankets off of me, I stand up. My first step to getting ready is picking out a pair of scrubs. I glance at my closet lined with colorful tops of various lengths