Sleep

Personally I’ve never really valued my sleep, but since the beginning of this course, sleep (or to be more precise, a lack of sleep) has become a constant theme in my life. My day usually begins at half 5 with the peeling back of each eyelid as well as several mumbled complaints of how (to put it politely) it’s too early for this world to experience moi. Then a shower for 15 minutes, followed by taking care of some intimate necessities, then, making my lunch comprised of salad sandwiches , an apple and just the little self-indulgence that is hunky dory crisps. I then make my way towards the bus that stops just outside my estate, which is convenient. Perpetually reminded of how utterly horrible it is to be awake at this hour, with a bitter chill that show’s no remorse for the early riser combined with a darkness that hasn’t yet alleviated. Greeted by a bus driver whose cold stare doesn’t let up until I give my ticket and take my seat. The seats are a joy to be held! With the head rest at barely at my upper back, with so little space separating each seat that I’m glad I’m not claustrophobic. Clearly showing that the bus manufactures obviously had intended that leprechauns travel on this bus and never mind the freakishly tall people like me but even the “normal” people suffocating. The bus journey itself is also a laugh riot with sleep taken out of the equation, as the bus driver decides that it’s a perfect time to have the music on full blast and making sure he hits every bump at the maximum speed. The bus journey lasts a gruelling hour and a half with little else to do except listen to my mp3 player, in a futile attempt to brighten up with my day. My only other solace, trying to make to make out the flurry of colour’s when the sun eventually rises, usually on the peripherals of Dublin. But this is also a struggle, seeing through the rarely cleaned windows that encapsulate the bus. The 46a bus that I get from the city centre arrives late as usual with many of the 46a buses masquerading as “OUT OF SERVICE”, which (from a reliable source) changes once they pass the bridge after my stop. This bus is full of delightful children, all bursting with energy that they had stored up, only to release when they get on my bus with a sensational amount of sound that formulates a term that I like to call noise. I reach my destination after an amount of time that usually varies between thirty minutes an hour, eager as ever to socialise, after an awe inspiring and exhilarating journey.