“The urge to shout filthy words at the top of his voice was as strong as ever.”
― George Orwell, 1984

     I don't really curse that much. Well, I say naughty words sometimes, like hell, bitch and ass, but rarely  drop the f-bomb.  Ok, fine, I'm lying.  I curse five days a week when my alarm goes off at 4:50 am.  Our contracted work start time is 7:05 am.  I have a forty minute commute, and with everything I have to do in the mornings,  4:50 is the time my alarm has to go off I. Order for me to be relatively on time.  (Confession...most of the time I'm pulling into my parking space at 7:05 and I'm not in my classroom, that counts as being at the building on time, right?)

    I hate getting up that early.  My body naturally wakes up around 7 am.  Getting up at the crack if dawn irritates me.  I try to go to bed early, but that always doesn't happen.  Thank god for summer vacation!  Soon, I will have a glorious eight weeks in which I can sleep past 6 am.  In only sixteen days, I will turn my alarm clock off  for the summer.  Let the countdown to vacation begin!  Until then, I will continue to curse the poor defenseless alarm on my phone.