First-Year Mess-Up

I accidentally signed up for a class that meets at 8 AM when I'm used to sleeping till noon. Now, every day feels like dragging a sled through thick mud. Last week, I overslept and missed the first hour of lecture. When I showed up late, my professor looked at me with this dead-eyed pity that made me feel worse than just being tired. I spent the rest of class trying to take notes and stay awake at the same time. It's like I'm in a permanent state of jet lag here. Maybe next semester, I'll pick classes later in the day.