Roommate sets 5 alarms at 6 a.m. and still oversleeps.
ROOMMATE SETS 5 ALARMS AT 6 A.M. AND STILL OVERSLEEPS.
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Remember those mornings? The ones that started not with a gentle wake-up, but with a relentless, multi-tonal assault at precisely 6 AM. The first alarm, then the second, the third, each promising a new level of urgency. Yet, through this cacophony, your brilliant, perpetually overscheduled roommate remained utterly impervious, deep in a sleep that defied all logic. You, however, were instantly wide awake, wrestling with the existential dread of an early class or a looming deadline, all while internally debating whether to intervene or just let the noise cycle through.
It was a uniquely Ivy League rite of passage, wasn't it? This paradox of exceptional intellect paired with an almost supernatural ability to sleep through five blaring alarms. It wasn't just about disrupted sleep; it was a daily testament to the grind, the late-night study sessions, the endless commitments that defined our time within those prestigious dorm rooms. These small, chaotic moments—the shared exasperation, the knowing glances, the occasional, mercifully brief silence between alarms—became the fabric of our shared narrative. They were the unplanned footnotes in our pursuit of knowledge, the "Roommate Chaos" that ironically bound us together. What was your most unforgettable "alarm clock" moment from the chronicles of your dorm life?