The struggle of 9AMs

My brain functions on this one particular mantra: how can I get out of bed when even the sun hasn’t gotten out of bed yet?
As I am typing this, I am on the train, on my way to Uni. I was chatting to Morgane, my friend this morning and I felt inspired to share the pain of 9am lectures.

I don’t know about you but for me personally, it is a struggle to go to my 9am lecture. You may think of me as a drama queen, but I’ve had my fair share of 9ams in the first year.


I wake up at 6 and after my alarm goes off I let say a long “nooo” out loud. Every time.
One of my friends from Uni used to always find excuses for not coming to too-early leactures and workshops.
Those include:
I am having a mental breakdown, my straightener has broken.
I have a migraine.
I didn’t get to eat…you know how important breakfast really is.
And I ended up going all by myself.

How do I actually make it to those 9am lectures?

• Coffee
I need my coffee. I love my coffee. I would bathe in coffee, ok…too extreme.
But I need that little boost of mood. The little hug in a mug.

Listen to something that makes you happy
As I started studying Broadcast Journalism this year, I have to listen and watch more. My new habit involves listening to Nick Grimshaw, dear ol’  Grimmers, on my way to Uni. He actually makes me laugh, to the point of which people give me the side eye on the train.

The thought of coming back to my comfy bed later in the day and never letting go.

5% effort
I always strive for a hobo-chic look. For example, today I went for a pair of sweatpants, no makeup and a huge sweater which resembles a blanket.

You’re not alone, my love
All these people on the street, on their way to school or work, or on their way to the airport(I need to go on a vacation asap) are in the same boat as you. Seeing all these people with emotionless expressions, just like mine, brings me comfort somehow.

The thought of having to go to work for the rest of my life
Well, I’m going to do it anyway, so I might as well start getting used to waking up early now.

Sorry to end on such a dramatic note, this was meant to make you lighten up a bit 🙂

♥ Irina

Author: irinaiacob

My name is Irina, born and raised in Bucharest, Romania, currently chasing my dreams in London, United Kingdom. I first smiled on 23 October 1997 and I have done so since. In 2016, I wanted to create a blog to have an outlet for my creativity – a safe space where I could express myself and talk about subjects I am passionate about – beauty, fashion, lifestyle. I find inspiration in the little things and I always write with a cup of coffee next to me.

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