In remembering my first term at Penn State University (back around the time that the "ancient astronaut" space aliens were helping early Britons build Stonehenge), I recall my Monday morning 8 o'clock Speech Communications class. I lived 45 miles from University Park and had to commute for classes three days a week, Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. So, you can imagine what time I had to get up on Mondays to make that 8 o'clock class. It wasn't pretty.
I wasn't smart enough back then to craftily plan my schedule, like many of today's college freshmen. I was just so overwhelmed with the concept of college (not to mention the sheer size of Penn State) that choosing classes that also accommodated my sleeping habits just didn't occur to me. Some of you might be thinking, "Well, you could have just blown off that crack-of-dawn class now and then." Yeah, I could have, but the professor took attendance. It wasn't a huge class.