Second exam down

This one went better than my first - not because I have any confidence that I'll get a better grade on this exam than the first one (that's just out of my control), but today, at least, I had lots and LOTS of things to talk about. This time the problem was getting everything down in the time allowed, which I definitely didn't do; all I can do is hope that I managed to include enough of the most important things, or at least, more of them than enough other people did, to do decently in the class. 

I'd really like to do well in this class, because I enjoy the subject a lot, and the professor is one of my absolute favorites. If I could grow up to be as good at my job as she is at hers, I'd be a happy woman. (Seriously, the woman is amazing. I don't know anyone else who can make a subject crystal clear and yet simultaneously convey its utter complexity and ambiguity. She is also the absolutely perfect balance of terrifying and hysterical. One of my favorite moments of law school so far has been the zinger she delivered to one of my more, um, colorful classmates on the last day of class last spring. I'd share it, but anyone in the room that day would recognize her in an instant, and then I'd have to kill you.) But there's no point worrying about the grade, since I can't do anything about it now.

I did worry a little, mind you, when I ran into a BLIZZARD on the way to campus this morning. Always fun, when your commute looks like it might go kerplooey on the way to the exam. (I have the registrar's phone number in my cell phone for just such an emergency!) Thankfully, I had left early enough that I arrived in plenty of time. Still, I could have done without the snow. Still, again, I was better off than my classmate who went into the bathroom to barf right before the exam. 

On the way, because I was grumbly about being up so early, I got to thinking about my taxonomy of rising times, which looks something like this:

Getting up after 9 am: pure luxury, bordering on decadence
Getting up between 8 and 9 am: kind of late, nothing I could ever complain about having to do 
Getting up between 7 and 8 am: respectable - early enough to look virtuous, but still manageable without much pain
Getting up between 6 and 7 am: this is legitimately early. It requires enough effort to feel sorry for myself.
Getting up between 5 and 6 am: the buttcrack of dawn, which is painful. Yuck. I am hard done by indeed.
Getting up before 5 am: BEFORE the buttcrack of dawn. NO ONE should be up at this time. Alternately, why bother going to sleep? It is just AGAINST NATURE to have to be up at this time.

Conversely, going to bed before 9 pm is ridiculously early, between 9 and 10 pm is early but not unreasonably so, between 10 and 11 pm is a totally reasonable, between 11 and 12 pm is a little late but not irresponsible, between 12 and 1 am is legitimately late, and after 1 am is self-indulgent.

What about you - what's your sleep taxonomy look like?

(Oh, and by the way - it's SNOWING. AGAIN.)

Comments

[idwsj]

Congrats. You're much further along than me.

Step, step, step ...

[Laura]

Hehe. I like the sleep taxonomy. We have to get up at 6 to get the kids going. Typically, what happens is, the alarm goes off. Mr. Geeky gets up and I go back to sleep until 6:30. On the weekends, I still get up around 7ish. Left to my own devices for a while, aka, summer, I start sleeping till about 8:30. It's dreamy.

P.S. Sorry about the snow. :(

[babs]

where is it still snowing?

[Brooke]

I like this game.

Up after 9: spouse and Boy out of town.
Up after 8: working at home today!
Up after 7: working at school, but let's skip exercise, nobody has to know.
Up after 6: exercising, and not stressing deadlines.
Up after 5: totally stressing deadlines.
Up before 5: really should have been stressing this deadline earlier; I suck.

Bed before 9: I'll be reading for two hours anyway, but it's a luxury. There may be tea.
Bed before 10: I'm doing it now!
Bed before 11: status quo.
Bed before 12: no relation to whether I'm to wake early or late, it just means that the book was too good, or we were uncharacteristically social this evening.
Bed after 12: something's bugging me, and I'm putting off light's out 'cuz then it'll be on my mind.

Whew. Wish I could hear the zinger, and glad that you had major ammo for the exam!