As my suitemate knocks on the door, three sharp staccato raps, my eyes flutter open. I wouldn’t believe that its time to wake up yet, except – there goes the alarm. The dreaded beeps fill my ears with an unpleasant timbre as someone, somewhere down the hall, slams shut the bathroom door and turns on the tinkling shower. Later, I will hear the buzz of the lights in the classroom, and will perform, like a marching band, a rhythmic arrangement...