There’s honestly nothing better than going out with your friends Saturday night, having an incredible night and coming home in the early hours of the morning. There’s just one minor issue, you’re always so exhausted in the morning. Oh, how difficult it can be being a teenager. I woke up around the same time as I normally do, around ten in the morning, however I was absolutely exhausted, since I did get home six hours ago. My parents, as lovely as they are, are always, I mean always, making me do something constructive with my life especially on Sundays. I’m generally fine with this; however, this Sunday I was way too drained to do anything. My mother, being so energetic comes rushing into my room telling me to go do something constructive today, but today I just couldn’t. …show more content…
It was about eleven o’clock now. I generally go with a group of friends but not today, I could literally feel my eyes collapsing. In fact, I’m sure my eyes were heavier than the weights I did. As I finally got out of my bed and stepped on the icy floor, my legs felt as if gravity had increased by two fold. I get to the kitchen to discover a note telling me that my family has gone out and that I needed to call Jess, a family friend. Not thinking much of it, I decide to eat a bit of breakfast; this was the first bit of food I had eaten since six o’clock the night before. Once the cereal and milk had come into contact that delicious sound was created, snap, crackle and pop. Since I was young that sound has made my mouth water. I thought to myself, ahhhhh rice
Summer was coming to an end, the night air grew brisker and the mornings were dew covered. The sun had just started to set behind our home; my father would be home soon. I walked into the kitchen only to be greeted by my mother cooking dinner. She stood there one hand on her hip, her one leg stuck out at her side, knee slightly bent, stirring the pot holding the spoon all the way at the tip of the handle. She looked as pissed off as could be. My mother always felt she could be doing a million other things besides cooking dinner. We sat there talking until I heard a familiar soft rumble in front of our house. The rumble was accompanied by my father fidgeting at the front door. His old noisy Bronco always made his presence known. He plodded down the hallway into the kitchen to greet my mother with a peck on the cheek. After one more quick stir she plopped a hot pad on the table followed by a pan of sliced meatloaf in sauce. The smell of the meat, potatoes, and veggies filled the kitchen instantly and the family gathered around the table. The meal was a typical one in our household, my mother who had a million other things to do that day, including having her own personal time did not feel like cooking a twelve course meal. However, my father who always came home expecting steak did not see the meal as appetizing as the rest of us.
Were you aware that teens tend to have irregular sleeping patterns that can harm their body and the way it functions? When it comes to sleep, teens are inclined to stay up very late during the week and wake up very early in the morning. On the weekends, they seem to gravitate more towards waking up very late to catch up on the sleep that they missed earlier in the week. Now that you know what the causes of having irregular sleeping patterns can do to a teenager’s body, you will be able to see the positive and negative effects of what not having enough sleep can do to one’s self. These facts will be explored through the articles “Should Schools Start Later” by Justin O’Neill and “Why Schools Should Start Later in the Morning” by Emily Richmond.
The sound of my alarm buzzed while I struggled to get out of bed. I wiped my eyes and got out of bed. My mind was packed with thoughts and emotions. That day was a very special day for me. I had prepared for that day for months if not years. Just thinking about it, made me nervous. It was tryout day for the high school golf team. Even though I was on varsity since freshman year, I was still nervous because there was always the possibility that you can get booted if your performance is sub-par. After staring at the wall for a solid minute, I shook myself out of the trance I was in and continued with my routine. Minutes passed, and I was ready to go to school. I loaded my car up with my clubs and started for school. I had a hard time keeping
In order to avoid sleep deprivation, maintaining a consistent sleep schedule is vital for teenagers. Compared to opposing age groups, teenagers are most easily affected by inconsistent sleep habits (National Sleep Foundation, Adapt). The National Sleep Foundation (NSF) reports that, “For the adolescent’s circadian clock to stay on track, it is essential that teens remain on schedule…(National Sleep Foundation, Adapt).” The NSF also recommends that teens only stay up one hour later on weekends than they would duri...
Most people believe that teenagers learn better in the mornings, but that is not true. Danny Lewin, a sleep specialist at Children’s National Health System in Washington, D.C. says that, "Adolescents have a deeply programmed biological [clock] to go to bed later and wake later. As kids get older, their sleep-wake cycle shifts so it's difficult for them to turn in before 11 p.m. Teens are wired to be night owls” (Herrington 2).
I woke up in a tiny, unfamiliar bed to the sound of either a gunshot or an engine backfiring. I rolled out of bed onto a cold, artificial feeling floor and squinted as the sun glinted off of the steel bars covering the room’s single window. I put on a fresh set of clothes that someone had hastily folded and dropped on the floor. I took one last look at the window, catching a glimpse of skyscrapers in the distance, and headed out of this new room. Then I stubbed my toe on a stove. The pain immediately cleared the early morning haze in my brain. I definitely wasn't in my own house, I don’t live in a city, have bars over my windows, and my bedroom certainly doesn't open directly into the kitchen.
The majority of teenage students do not get the recommended amount of sleep suggested. Ironically, this hectic time in life filled with both school and social demands is when a person needs the most sleep. Students age 13-18 need at least 9 hours of sleep to avoid daytime sleepiness and feel awake at school. However, an article of the National Sleep Foundation, Backgrounder: Later School Start Times, shares the statistic that by the end of high school, students average 7 hours of sleep or less per night. The teen sleep cycle naturally lasts from around 11:00 pm to 8:00 am, and it is difficult to break. With activities and family obligations, many students cannot get to bed that early. Even the ones who make it by that time are unable to fall asleep until 11:00 pm because that is when their body becomes sleepy. Many teens have to get up around 6:30-7:00 am to get ready for school cutting their cycle short. This problem cou...
On February 21, 2016, I, Deputy John Arnold, went to 11747 West 105th Street South to assist another deputy in reference to a fight in progress.
Have you ever been nervous and excited for something at the same time? That is how I felt during my last year of high school leading all the way up to graduation. I had never sat down and figured out what I wanted to do with my life; I would always pick something then switch to something else almost immediately. Graduation day was that epiphany for me that I really had no idea what I was going to do with my life even though I was accepted to LSU and declared a major in Computer Science.
After I was all dressed and ready for the big day, I made my way upstairs to eat breakfast. The smell of toast, sausage, eggs, and hash browns filled the air with an inviting aroma. Just as I was setting down to begin eating, my mom turned to me and asked how my morning was going so far. My reply was,” It feels li...
When you’re young, you don’t care about how a person looks or acts, they’re just people, friends. Growing up, you’ll find that qualities a friend has to have or can’t have become very important. It took a special kind of friend to show me that the true heart of a person is what really counts.
The idea of meeting someone special for the first time is always portrayed as the most beautifully fated incident whether in books or movies. When I met my best friend for the first time, we didn’t bump into each other with papers from our books flying majestically in the air and we didn’t have a staring contest in the middle of a crowded hallway. We also certainly didn’t think we would end up being friends, let alone inseparably close to each other.
Going on a road trip with my family means the world to me. We drove to another state during summer vacation, and it was by far the best road trip I have ever been on. My family and I were able to go to many fun places. We ate so many exotic and delicious foods as well. Yet most importantly, I spent time with my family and their friends. It was the day when my family and I went to California for our summer vacation.
Awaking at 7:00 a.m. on the cool morning of December 7, 2003, I prepare for a long day. I put on the spandex and T-shirt that I will wear during the tryout at Northeastern Junior College. By 7:30 a.m., my family is walking over to the neighboring hotel's restaurant for our breakfast. It did not take long to decide that I wanted two golden-brown, buttermilk pancakes with warm maple syrup for breakfast. Both of my parents knew what they wanted right away and as usual, we were all waiting for my little sister to decide. Finally, she decided on the pancakes. It took only ten minutes to get our food and what a relief that was considering my stomach sounded like there was a lion inside. The pancakes were delicious, and my dad's biscuits and gravy was yummy. However, the cinnamon roll my mom order was hard as a rock and she had to pour maple syrup over it. That did not help it at all. After breakfast, we returned for some lounge time in the hotel room.
As usual I woke up to the sound of my father pounding on my bedroom door, hollering, “Get up! Get on your feet! You’re burning daylight!” I met my brother in the hallway, and we took our time making it down the stairs, still waking up from last night’s sleep. As we made our way to the kitchen, I thought about what to have for breakfast: fried eggs, pancakes, an omelet, or maybe just some cereal. I started to get hungry. As usual, mom and dad were waiting in the kitchen. Mom was ready to cook whatever we could all agree on, and dad was sitting at the table watching the news. The conversation went as usual, “Good morning.” “How are you today?”