That Time I . . . couldn’t figure out what time it was

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Printed with permission from M. Barakat Freshman Maha Barakat laughs as she details her fondest memory of troubles with a shifting daylight saving time.

Mara Barakat is a freshman majoring in Communication Studies. She is currently works at NSU’s student-run television station, SUTV.

There are only two things that daylight saving time has ever done for me: made me late for my bus and made me miss my bus. There’s no argument concerning whether I like time change. The only thing I can say is that I’ve learned how to get ready for school in five minutes tops. This came in handy for me on one fine, early morning.

After a long night of studying, YouTube breaks, and complaining, I finally went to sleep at 3 a.m. The only thing I remember after that, is the blaring sound of my alarm. I quickly shot up from bed and scrambled to change, brush my teeth and head out the door. As I looked around, the streets felt empty and it was oddly quiet. I shrugged it off; I was honestly more concerned with how incredibly late I was for school.

As I was driving along, ignoring the terrible gut feeling I had, I looked down at my GPS for a split second. I didn’t process what the time on the screen read until a couple seconds after I saw it. As soon as my brain realized that it was 5:45 a.m. and not 6:45 a.m, I immediately began yelling at myself. I was so upset with myself because not only did I look like a wreck because I rushed out of the house, but I was too tired for my own good.

I debated just driving to school anyway, and dealing with the extra mishaps, like forgotten items or wardrobe malfunctions, carrying on throughout my day. After about five more minutes, I was over it. I took the first exit and went straight back home. Going back home was so satisfying that I didn’t even second guess myself.

Once I got home, I made myself some breakfast, did my makeup, and watched a little television. Everything seemed fine until my mom came downstairs. As soon as she saw me, she froze in her steps. Almost instantly, she started yelling at me about skipping school. I, of course, was very confused because I assumed that I was still early for school. She walked over to me and shoved her phone in my face so I could see that, in fact, I was extremely late for school.

As it turned out, my car displayed the wrong time because it was in fact daylight saving time, and my alarm was right the whole time. To top it off, I missed my first period class, and I was confused about the time the rest of the day. That day, I showed up late for every class, and concluded that daylight savings sucks.

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