Whoops

We all know that we changed clocks a couple weeks ago. The week before we did, a couple of us at school had a conversation about what was going to happen with daylight. The confusion was over whether it was how changing the clocks was going to affect sunrise and sunset. After much discussion, we finally realized that the sun was going to rise later in the morning, and set later at night. Whoopie.

So on the day we changed the clocks, before I went to bed I made sure that my clock was right. Triple-checked it. Made sure the alarm was set right. I had adjusted my alarm the previous Friday because a student was meeting me early at school to make up a test. So I reset the alarm to 5:30, and went to bed, confident I'd be up at the proper hour.
Monday morning I woke up feeling quite refreshed. I got a good, long in-bed stretch, and thought, "Wow, I feel great! What a great night's sleep I had! AND I woke up before my alarm! What a great way to start the day, and the week!"
So I open my eyes, roll over, and then I realize that it's light out.

Waaaaiiit a minute here... I pull focus, and my brain realizes that no, I'm not dreaming. I quickly turn towards my alarm clock, and note the time: 6:55AM.
School starts at 7:30. It's 40 minutes away. And I'm in bed, unshowered and unclothed. The number of times I said "shit" in the next 30 seconds might have been a record.

I call my department chair, Mary. A raspy male voice picks up her cell. Odd, I thought. "Hi, can I speak to Mary?"
The raspy male voice responds, "Hi David, it's Mary."
"Holy crap Mary, you sound awful!"
"Yea, I'm out sick today."
I very quickly tell her the situation, and she recommends I call JT (who happens to have first period off). I do.
"Hey JT, you at work?"
"No man, I'm out today."
"FUCK!"
I tell him the story. It's now 7:02.
Hang up with him, and it took two more phone calls to get in touch with someone in my department who was actually going to work. I tell her there's a worksheet on my desk, already copied, to be done by my kids first period. OK, first problem solved.

I leap into the shower, get rid of bed hair and wash the important parts, and get out in record time (at most, 2 minutes). I get dressed by grabbing the first things my hands reach, not caring at all if I wear something completely clashing, and grab my briefcase (thankfully, I had packed it the night before) and run to my car. 7:08.

I FLY down the road. Seriously, once I hit the highway, I was doing 80-85 (90 at times) through morning rush hour. Not really the smartest move. As I was laughing at myself the whole way down, I did think that getting pulled over by the cops would not have been a good thing to add to my morning. Thankfully, they were all busy with something else, and I made it to school un-ticketed.

I finally pull in to school at 7:45, and rush though the building to get to my classroom. I walk in, adrenaline pumping, getting smirks from the couple teachers who knew what had happened, and see my first period class completely bored out of their minds.
Another math teacher, who also has first period off, was teaching my class. Apparently her lectures are dry and boring in general, and so first thing Monday morning, they're pure torture. So the scene was set: completely eyes-glazed-over students on a cloudy Monday morning with a super-adrenaline-amped teacher. The glazed-over looks gave way to looks of "WTF happened to you??" If only I could catch my breath to tell them.
I figured that during second period (when my students were taking a test), I'd be able to calm down, catch my breath, and go about my day as normal. However, I wasn't able to. I was pacing the entire class. Not really helping the test-taking environment.
As it turned out, I wasn't able to calm down until the end of the day, and so when I finally got home, I did a face-plant on my couch and laid motionless for a couple hours.

When I finally came to, I made my way to my bedroom to took a look at my alarm clock to see just what had happened.
Time set properly? Check.
Alarm set properly? Check.
So wtf happened? Then the light bulb goes on over my head - I never turned the damn alarm on.

What a way to start the week... and what week it turned out to be. (to be continued)