Process Analysis Essay - Daily Ritual The clock reads 5:02 when I'm viciously jerked out of an interesting dream by the sound of my father pounding on the door. "Time to get up," he calls. I groan in response and lie in the dark for a few minutes. Then I drag myself up and try to maneuver myself off the bed without stepping on one of the many piles of notebooks, comics, textbooks and other oddities …showed first 75 words of 766 total…

…showed last 75 words of 766 total…not social until at least second block. When the gate on the "food court" opens, I go get something to eat. I get a bag of Jax, which I know isn't a traditional breakfast food, but I only have fifty cents if I still want to buy a lunch, and all "baked goods" look stale. I go back to the bench and nibble the cheese doodles until the bell rings, and then trudge to class.