I cannot describe how good a relationship I have maintained with sleep over the years. During high school and college, it was not uncommon for me to choose an early night and 13 hours of sleep over going out with friends. I. Love. Sleep. It’s so relaxing and wonderful.
However, now it has become a complete nuisance! Not only did my roommate and I basically sleep through the entire weekend by mistake (my wake up time on Sunday was 5:15 in the PM!), I just slept through my super cool art history class, on the day that we go into the city and see museums! Even though the worst part is that now I missed a day of a private tour around the La Pietra museum, I also am a bit worried because NYU in Florence takes attendance VERY seriously. Our semester is only about 13 weeks, so it’s kind of an issue.
I spent about 5 minutes figuring out my alarm last night, too! I’m going to go ask the student center to loan me an alarm clock today (and a pillow, mine is lumpy), because apparently they do that here. I also sent an email to my teacher, begging for mercy.
We’ll see how that goes.