I've always been told that the first morning of the first day of university is exciting. Discovering the wonders of a university makes freshmen invigorated with joy. All my thoughts pondered the mysteries that would encompass my first college loss. Unfortunately, the night before I had a rude awakening about how hard it is to wake up after flipping burgers, vigorously mopping, and sweeping floors for nine hours. Optimistically, I told myself that no matter what happened at work, I would be happy with my day. The idea was to look at the present and the future, but I didn't know that my future would slap me in the face the next morning. Monday 18 August 2013, I was in perfect tranquility, dreaming of perfection, a glimpse of the sun hits the blue sky; it explodes in a splendor of color and is complemented by an occasional burst that causes the leaves to fall prettily to the ground. This harmonious bliss made my nerves quiver with excitement, but I was soon struck by the fact that this was not my reality as my dream began to crumble under the weight of a repeated sound. I slowly opened my tired eyes to look at the demon that had caused the destruction of perfection. He seems to be unmoved and insensitive to my tired state; his eyes were bright and focused on keeping me awake. The demon was, of course, my alarm clock, swollen with rage at the alarm clock, I clenched my fist vigorously to strike him but my anger was quickly quelled by my desire to dwell in the beauty of my bed. So I held onto the pillow and told myself I had another ten minutes left. I get up 40 minutes later; Somehow I dragged myself to the bathroom. Lying on a... medium of paper... be careful; he said "this lesson can only be fun if you make it fun." Unfortunately, that was my only memory of what happened in that lesson; It's amazing that I lost fifty minutes of physical memory because I felt like sleeping while she raved on. After class ended, I felt guilty for not paying attention. I had allowed my desire to rest to obscure the very basis of my life, which is to look to the present, not the past. This experience was completely insignificant to me at the time; my everything is structured by it. I had finally experienced how stress and fatigue can cause the moral value of a human being to collapse. Even though I still wake up every morning with the same kind of resistance, my vital mind seems to focus on the fact that this was the first day of many to come. So I have to be willing to go above and beyond it.