Rude awakening

I awoke to a furious knocking on my door this morning. House-keeping was at the door and I was still in my bed, my room a mess of unmade bed and scattered clothing. I felt groggy, confused, and then...very ashamed that my facade of cleanliness had finally been destroyed. Since September, I have made an effort to get up early on Monday mornings to make my bed and clean my room so that the cleaning lady wouldn't think that I'm a messy brute. And up till now, I've managed to keep the charade going. But alas, thanks to the dreadfully stupid AM/PM setting on my alarm radio, the gig is up and the cleaning lady knows now that I am no neater than any other student. Shame.

Why do we still use AM/PM? WHY? I want a 24 hour system like the French--if for no other reason than the fact that 'dix huit heure' sounds so much cooler than 6PM...but that might have something to do with the language. Whatever.


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