I am most certainly a night owl. As far as I can remember I have always been one. I believe that my brain starts functioning better after the fall of dusk. When I was little I would fake not being able to sleep just so I could stay up “late” with my dad and watch T.V. At that time in my life late was ten p.m. As I got older I would stay up late with a flashlight reading until two a.m. or I would procrastinate my homework in high school until after ten.
This usually made my mom mad because she had a hard time making sure I was up in time in the morning. We had a lot of angry exchanges in the mornings throughout my adolescent years because I refused to wake up until the last minute. These arguments would lead to groundings and then more arguments. But I still did it.
Throughout college I preferred my late afternoon classes to the dreaded eight a.m. classes. Those eight a.m. classes were often missed or I was barely there mentally to even focus. I did most of my studying of the evening. I also did most of my writing for class of the nights as well. I was excelling because I was finally able to choose a schedule that complimented my inner night owl.
I still stay up late when I can but I can’t always. I now work two jobs that both have early morning hours as well as late night hours. Now it all depends on when I am scheduled. But none the less I am a night owl.