Signing up for morning classes was a bad idea. Given, I am a “professional” (air quotes) and most my peers have real jobs that require them to get to work by 9 am. Or, shudder, 8 am.
So you’d think getting to a 10 o’clock class that’s only 5 miles from my house would be a piece of cake.
This stupid mash-up I made clearly describes what you or I (or anyone) has strongly felt on many’a Monday morning. But unlike Bill Murray, we McAllisters of this world actually have to wake up and scramble into our morning. We can’t “Groundhog Day” our way back to sleep.