8 ams.

This semester, for some reason I still cannot understand, I decided to have all morning classes instead of night. Being a ballet major, my schedule is pretty crazy. Rehearsals end around 5 or 5:30 everyday; therefore, going to my night classes exhausted, sweaty, and cranky just wasn’t the best ending to my days. Instead, I decided to conquer to impossible. 8 ams Monday-Friday. It didn’t sound too bad in the beginning, but oh was I wrong.

I have finite Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. But that doesn’t come close to the dreadful, 8 am Piano 120. It’s a requirement to take 2 semesters of piano if you’re a ballet major. It’s supposed to help with my musicality or something that should benefit my musical career in the future, but at this point in the semester I just do not see it.

Now, Piano 110. Do not ask how I managed to pass 1st semester. I’m still trying to figure that out. My final exam was “The Lion Sleeps Tonight” from the Lion King, and let’s just say, it sounded absolutely nothing like “The Lion Sleeps Tonight” from the Lion King. I would like to acknowledge I have a whole new respect for pianists in the Jacobs School of Music now.

Anyways, back to my 8 am. I understand that nobody ever looks good at 8 in the morning. Everyone sits in their chairs, doesn’t talk to anyone else unless they’re telling their friends how tired they are, and stares at their phones. There’s nothing interesting on Facebook at 8 in the morning, but we still look at it anyway. I got to my piano class at 7:56 today, still comprehending how I managed to get there on time. Thank goodness, my friend Ellie is in my piano class with me. She sits across from my keyboard and shoots me a “good morning” smile. As I’m about to smile back, I realize something is wrong. I stop for a brief moment trying to catch my bearings, but it doesn’t help. I cannot believe it. My face is actually FROZEN. I cannot show emotion. I am literally so tired that my face will not move.

I look stupid. I understand that those lucky 8 am goers that I pass on the way to class look a little rougher than their noon or weekend party selves, but my frozen face has brought my morning look to a new level today. Thankfully, my face did defrost within the next 10 minutes, but I can’t stop thinking about my face looking like a bag of frozen peas and the reactions the people I passed must’ve had when they saw me walking this morning. Actually not walking. It’s more like a sluggish drag. That seems more accurate.

Moral of the story to those questioning Morning vs Night classes. Stick with the later ones.

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