Car alarm

“snooze” button on the alarm clock every morning. Konnikova argues that individuals should strive to sync their daily morning routine to their internal circadian rhythm to live better and be more productive. Her solution to taming the widespread epidemic of sleeplessness and subpar productivity involves adding localized time zones across countries to promote internally synchronized schedules. She ultimately persuades readers to try relying on their internal rhythms instead of alarm clocks, but…

On August 2009, Ms. Patty Chan said she was hired by Chain Systems, Inc. as the Office Manager for the insured as she is supervised by Tong Chen the owner and operator at Chain Systems, Inc. She said her front office desk position requires her to work the front reception of the office where she types up invoices, create P.O.’s, (Purchase Orders) and other simple bookkeeping duties. She said that her office duties derive from instructions whom she receives from Mr. Tom Tong by helping him with…

day starts at precisely 9:05; meaning he has exactly eighteen minutes to get up, at least try to look decent, and get his ass halfway across campus. He had stayed up to some ungodly hour to work on an animation assignment and forgotten to set his alarm when he actually went to bed again. He should really focus in class rather than look at memes; oh well. Or, he could just say no and skip, and instead opt to sleep a few more hours. After all, in college you’re not required to be in class,…

I woke to the sound of my alarm clock going off, “Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep.” It was 7:00 in the morning; the usual time I get up to go to school, but like usual I slam on the snooze button and sleep for another five minutes. After hitting the snooze button three times I finally got up. Today is the day, our first doubleheader of the season is against Rockford. The coach is starting me at left field and it is my first game ever starting in high school game. I’m a Sophomore at Atwood High School; my…

I woke up to the rapid buzzing of my phone on my nightstand. I grabbed it with haste as I sat up in my bed. I struggled to read the bold text on my phone screen as the bags under my eyes formed gradually. The text read, “HEY, MIKEY, I JUST FOUND THIS INCREDIBLE BARBECUE PLACE.” It was 2:00am in the morning on a Tuesday. I replied with a congratulations and went back to sleep imagining the sweet barbecue sauce in my mouth. That next morning, I woke up and went to school. After school I had agreed…

As I wake up to the blinding, beating, scorching sun on my face I hear the clashing of plates and a distant yet familiar rhythm coming from what I assume is the kitchen. I groggily attempt to grab my phone to check the time when I clumsily slam my phone onto the floor. Scrambling out of bed I pick up my phone only to figure out it’s 9:17 in the morning. I sneakingly walk to the kitchen barefooted to see what all the commotion is when my mother quickly catches my not so sneaky footsteps and yells…

on. I run over to the window to see if Tristan is here yet, but I can't focus on anything other than the waves crashing onto the shore of the white sandy beach only being barely lit up by the rising sun. Beeeeeep! Beeeeeep! Beeeep! As Tristan's loud car horn pierces through the air, at 6 A.M., you can probably…

vision grew blurry, and I could no longer see. I had been consumed by darkness. RING!!!!!! I opened my eyes. I was in my bed. “ What in the world just went on-” I couldn’t even finish my sentence. I heard the ringing again. WAIT A MINUTE! It’s my alarm! That would make sense! I still couldn’t believe what had happened, until… I heard my phone actually ring. RING, RING. I answered, to discover it was Eric. “ Kiana! I’ve got a GREAT idea. It’s for your story, and-” I told him to hold. I…

I wake up to the blaring of my alarm clock. I snap open my sleep-filled eyes and send my pink alarm clock an extremely annoyed glare as if it could actually see me. In my world, if something was annoying, it didn't matter if it was inanimate or not. Glancing around the room, everything appears the same; pale pink walls with sketches of Hawaiian flowers painted on, chestnut dresser scattered with makeup and spare change, dark wooden floors, and a bedside table littered with books and pictures. My…

Faced against the alarm clock, people generally have two choices: to get up or to hit the snooze and go back to sleep. Adolescents often fall into the trap of just smacking the snooze button and catching a few more Z’s. Many other difficult decisions are present in teens’ days; descisions of whether to do their homework or not and whether to go to class or not are just a few teens may face. All these factors can accumulate on an adolescent and add stress to their lives. Teen stress is caused by…