Wrong Time Zone

Well, this morning, I was woken up an entire hour before I was planning on getting up, and I was ready an entire hour before I needed to leave. Apparently, those responsible, believe that I should still operate as though I were in the eastern standard time zone. Who decided that that was east? I mean it's east of everything, but from the opposing perspective it is also west of everything. Neither view has any intrinsic merit over the other. We're just used to one. It may be the eastern coast of North America, but it's the western coast of the Atlantic Ocean. All this to say that I was justifiably angry at being awoken at the hour before the hour I was planning on waking up. On top of which the shower was cold. I was reminded of why I don't ever blow dry my hair, the hard way. And Grandma went so far as suggesting that I wear make up to church which I did not, much to her chagrin. But school is just an hour's drive away, and in fewer than 24 hours I will be there. *sighs happily* And then begin the long months of ambivalence. Joy at being with friends and having classes. Sadness at not being with my family. Finally, confusion over what I should be doing tempered by hope that I'll eventually figure it out.