The ultimate debate

I'm sure many of you suffer this so called "great debate" more often than you'd like to, I for one suffer it on a daily basis...sometimes even several times a day.

What's this great debate you ask?

It's the debate you  fight against yourself on whether or not you should wake up that morning, at that particular time. And as a college student, I have a full on debate about the universe every morning which I usually lose to myself - meaning I end up sleeping for an extra half hour.

It all begins when that horrible alarm clock goes off, telling you that you've got very little time to get ready for class and it's time for you to get up. See, people usually set their alarm clocks during the day or before they go to sleep when their heads are clear and with the assumption that you only need THAT amount of time to get ready for class....that's where we're all WRONG.

Come morning, this is what usually happens.
Alarm clock goes off. You tell yourself that an extra 5 minutes of sleep will do no harm - The debate begins.

Something inside you tells you -
How is 5 extra minutes of sleep going to help you? You should've slept early in the first place. Don't turn the alarm off! You're going to end up sleeping an extra hour before you know it!
Oh but i'm sooooo tired. 5 minutes is going to make me feel soooo much better. Don't worry about the alarm clock, i've got a backup alarm clock in case this happens....plus i'll just put the alarm clock to snooze. It'll ring in 5 minutes. Oh sleep is g.....

*BRRRRINNNNNNNNNNGGGGG*

Man that was 5 minutes already? Man that means I only have 25 minutes to go ready. 25 minutes? That's a LOT of time...all I need to do is brush my teeth and get my stuff to go for class anyway. What class am I having today? Oh that one...the lecturer hardly teaches shit anyway...i really shouldn't bother going to class and just study on my own. I could get ready in 10 minutes and get there easily. I say another 15 minutes will do me good. 5 minutes really feels like nothing. Sleep time!
No! You can't go to sleep! Your parents are paying for your education and all you can think about is sleep? You should attend all your classes, where do you think the money goes to? Your bed? Once you get up you'll be fine, it's just the effort to get out of bed that's the problem. What if you miss class?
Yea, what if? I get a good nights sleep and wake up feeling great....and maybe have a little wank later
But you'll miss class!
Oh but it'll be like one of those weekend wanks. Those are good.
Those are pretty goo....HEY! NO! What if the lecturer mentions something important today? Like a quiz or test?
That's good point...but i'm so TIRED.
Not tired enough for a wank apparently.
Dude, wanks are different.
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The results of the debate varies between people but for me, I always lose the debate...ALWAYS. In fact, it's gotten so terrible that I have to set my alarm for a good hour before my class starts....and I end up waking up just 5 minutes before.

The only way that the debate is thrown out the window is when you're shocked to awaked-ness. Kinda like zapping your brain with 10 thousand volts when you remember that you have a paper due in half an hour and that was the real reason you set the alarm clock an hour early. A bucket of icy cold water couldn't wake you up faster than those.

I never used to have this problem in high school. Debating with oneself is out of the question when mum pummels through your door at 7 in the morning with dragon breath and medusa like hair, commanding you to get to school or...uhm..death.

Now that i'm living alone in college and it's down to my own responsibility to get my ass up for class is just so....abuse-able. Maybe i've become too clever for myself, that i'm even able to lose a debate with my evil self.  My evil self that convinces me to stay in bed for an extra hour, that life isn't about classes and grades.....that having that "weekend like wank"  is WAY better than getting up for a stupid class.

It looks like i'm going back to my high school reunion a decade from now, talking to superficial dickweeds far too keen to prove they're more successful than you are and when i'm asked "what have I been doing?"

"Sleeping with hotter women than you could ever dream of, having hour long debates every morning on whether I should go to work or wank myself silly"