{"id":5431,"date":"2024-10-30T01:32:11","date_gmt":"2024-10-30T01:32:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/sciencesandnatures.com\/?p=5431"},"modified":"2024-10-30T01:32:11","modified_gmt":"2024-10-30T01:32:11","slug":"i-overslept-on-the-morning-of-my-crucial-college-entrance-exams-because-someone-turned-off-my-alarm","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sciencesandnatures.com\/i-overslept-on-the-morning-of-my-crucial-college-entrance-exams-because-someone-turned-off-my-alarm\/","title":{"rendered":"I Overslept on the Morning of My Crucial College Entrance Exams Because Someone Turned off My Alarm"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<figure class='\"wp-block-image\"'><a href="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/bknews11.store%5C/wp-content%5C/uploads%5C/2024%5C/10%5C/29-43.jpg%5C%22"><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/bknews11.store%5C/wp-content%5C/uploads%5C/2024%5C/10%5C/29-43-735x400.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"\"\/'>\n\n\n\n<p>Ever since I was little, I dreamed of becoming a doctor. When my mom died of cancer, that dream only grew stronger. I wanted to help people like her, to understand the disease that had taken her, and to help others fight it.\n\n\n\n<figure class='\"wp-block-image\"'><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/3974c17ad1938b77a9f1e37984cec06e4932cd7fb80a865b6e3ca5ddc7d1847d.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"A' dreaming woman source: pexels>\n\n\n\n<p>A dreaming woman | Source: Pexels\n\n\n\n</p><p>I worked for this moment for years, through late nights, countless books, and more exams than I could count. Today, all that work was about to pay off: it was finally the day of my medical entrance exam.\n\n\n\n</p><p>Last night, I did everything to make sure I wouldn\u2019t oversleep. I set three alarms on my phone\u20146:00 a.m., 6:15 a.m., and 6:30 a.m. I even left my curtains open so that the sunlight would wake me up. As I lay in bed, I thought of my mom, promising myself I\u2019d make her proud.\n\n\n\n<figure class='\"wp-block-image\"'><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/a391c429c15f6e285c18c8da834d19e6bd64af2d2347ff4194b91fdab5db20d4.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"A' sleeping woman source: pexels>\n\n\n\n<p>A sleeping woman | Source: Pexels\n\n\n\n</p><p>When I opened my eyes the next morning, something felt wrong. It was dark, too dark. I reached for my phone, and my heart stopped\u20149:55 a.m. My exam was starting at 10:00.\n\n\n\n</p><p>\u201cNo, no, no! This can\u2019t be happening!\u201d I threw my blankets off and grabbed my phone. All three alarms were turned off.\n\n\n\n</p><p>\u201cI know I set these!\u201d I muttered, my hands shaking as I got dressed in record time. My mind raced with questions. How did this happen?\n\n\n\n<figure class='\"wp-block-image\"'><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/6f1af61851d2dfa7b33386d16069c5a30cae76a2ad9792c50bd5d6caed92a5fb.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"A' shocked woman in her bed source: pexels>\n\n\n\n<p>A shocked woman in her bed | Source: Pexels\n\n\n\n</p><p>I bolted down the stairs, half-dressed, my hair flying everywhere. \u201cLinda!\u201d I called out, desperately looking for my stepmom. \u201cLinda, please! I need a ride! My exam is in five minutes!\u201d\n\n\n\n</p><p>She was in the kitchen, sipping her coffee calmly. She raised an eyebrow, giving me a look that was as cold as her coffee cup was hot.\n\n\n\n<figure class='\"wp-block-image\"'><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/e0f669381583d21d89dd09a755e607b426c94b4d90d8e5bc02a6a957ea6f77e4.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"A' woman sipping coffee source: pexels>\n\n\n\n<p>A woman sipping coffee | Source: Pexels\n\n\n\n</p><p>\u201cYou\u2019re late already,\u201d she said flatly. \u201cMaybe next time, you should learn to set an alarm properly.\u201d\n\n\n\n</p><p>\u201cI did set it!\u201d I almost shouted, feeling the sting of frustration and panic in my voice. \u201cI triple-checked. They were on, all three of them.\u201d\n\n\n\n<figure class='\"wp-block-image\"'><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/87bdd27692fb6828bb25af54682204e87cb9c67018d1a6d87e439534b2e2aa4d.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"An' angry woman source: pexels>\n\n\n\n<p>An angry woman | Source: Pexels\n\n\n\n</p><p>She shrugged, a slight smirk on her lips. \u201cClearly, you didn\u2019t. Maybe this is a sign that you\u2019re not cut out for med school, hmm? If you can\u2019t even manage to wake up on time, how will you handle something serious, like a patient?\u201d\n\n\n\n</p><p>I stood there, feeling my face grow hot, my mind swirling with disbelief and desperation. This couldn\u2019t be real. My stepmom wouldn\u2019t do this to me, would she?\n\n\n\n<figure class='\"wp-block-image\"'><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/808c02d500329bf7a42f87c4555743b557bb08be8e1569cf28b44f2df6b38087.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"An' angry woman in a red t-shirt source: pexels>\n\n\n\n<p>An angry woman in a red T-shirt | Source: Pexels\n\n\n\n</p><p>I turned toward the door, knowing I\u2019d never make it on foot but feeling I had to try. Just as I reached for the handle, I heard a small voice behind me.\n\n\n\n</p><p>\u201cI know who did it,\u201d my little brother Jason said, his voice shaking with nervousness but his eyes steady.\n\n\n\n</p><p>I turned, confused. \u201cJason, what are you talking about?\u201d\n\n\n\n<figure class='\"wp-block-image\"'><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/0790ce0bc791f6eb722c1644038c3479555272c3a5c2b07ecab30936ce0ed738.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"A' young boy source: pexels>\n\n\n\n<p>A young boy | Source: Pexels\n\n\n\n</p><p>He took a small step forward, looking at Linda cautiously. \u201cI saw her. Last night. She turned off your alarms, Emily.\u201d\n\n\n\n</p><p>Linda shot him a sharp look. \u201cJason, stop making up stories,\u201d she hissed.\n\n\n\n</p><p>Jason gulped but didn\u2019t back down. \u201cI\u2019m not lying! I saw you go into her room, pick up her phone, and turn off the alarms. You said she didn\u2019t need to be at that stupid exam anyway.\u201d\n\n\n\n<figure class='\"wp-block-image\"'><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/47a9234f00437215579e854eeff0d216bd1745e5d65d6a53dcfce7c37f4863a7.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"A' serious boy source: pexels>\n\n\n\n<p>A serious boy | Source: Pexels\n\n\n\n</p><p>My mind was spinning. I looked at Linda, searching her face for denial, for any sign she\u2019d say it was a misunderstanding. But she just sighed, crossing her arms.\n\n\n\n</p><p>\u201cYou know what, Emily?\u201d she said coolly, her voice hardening. \u201cFine. Yes, I did it. You\u2019re not fit to be a doctor. It\u2019s a waste of time, energy, and, frankly, a lot of money that your dad could spend on something worthwhile.\u201d\n\n\n\n</p><p>\u201cLike\u2026 your beauty salon?\u201d The words came out before I could stop them.\n\n\n\n<figure class='\"wp-block-image\"'><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/7fb0b2ef6aad51579b443f5423d302c7a5e7b7c9ce341e953e4a90459b1ff86a.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"An' angry middle-aged woman source: freepik>\n\n\n\n<p>An angry middle-aged woman | Source: Freepik\n\n\n\n</p><p>Just as I was about to push past her and leave, I heard sirens in the distance, getting louder, heading toward our house.\n\n\n\n</p><p>Jason, now clutching my hand, gave me a small, hopeful smile. \u201cDon\u2019t worry, Em. I called for help.\u201d\n\n\n\n</p><p>Linda\u2019s face hardened as she looked at Jason. \u201cYou seriously did this?\u201d she asked, barely able to form the words.\n\n\n\n<figure class='\"wp-block-image\"'><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/4abd264907bbcdd81dbe24eb6b57e5669f60bfd2b29081e91a681ce70ab8c5f4.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"The' police sirens source: pexels>\n\n\n\n<p>The police sirens | Source: Pexels\n\n\n\n</p><p>Jason\u2019s small voice cut through the tension. \u201cYou are the bad guy, Linda,\u201d he said, his eyes fierce despite his small frame. \u201cEmily is going to be a doctor one day. Mom would be proud of her.\u201d\n\n\n\n</p><p>Linda\u2019s face twisted, and before she could say anything, the wailing sirens outside grew louder. I watched her look toward the window, her eyes widening with surprise.\n\n\n\n</p><p>The front door opened, and two police officers stepped inside. One of them, a tall, broad man, spoke with a calm authority. \u201cIs everything alright here?\u201d\n\n\n\n<figure class='\"wp-block-image\"'><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/8c27a4660ac84c311711ddc77c0a81703f1e33d50a8be77ff8217c9a67fbbecf.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"A' policeman on duty source: pexels>\n\n\n\n<p>A policeman on duty | Source: Pexels\n\n\n\n</p><p>Jason didn\u2019t miss a beat. \u201cI called you,\u201d he said, standing tall despite his young age. \u201cMy sister needs to get to her entrance exam. Linda turned off her alarms so she\u2019d miss it.\u201d\n\n\n\n</p><p>The officer\u2019s eyes moved to Linda, who immediately put on an innocent act. \u201cThis is absurd!\u201d she scoffed, folding her arms. \u201cThey\u2019re just children, making things up because they\u2019re late.\u201d\n\n\n\n</p><p>But the other officer, a woman with kind eyes, knelt down to Jason\u2019s level. \u201cYou called us to help your sister?\u201d she asked gently.\n\n\n\n<figure class='\"wp-block-image\"'><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/7d54e392f9111522d69bfd4d7b2c64bd57cbae552c032c9f97c3a4f196b306ff.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"A' serious policewoman source: pexels>\n\n\n\n<p>A serious policewoman | Source: Pexels\n\n\n\n</p><p>Jason nodded vigorously. \u201cYes. Emily studied so hard, and she was ready. Linda turned off her alarms so she\u2019d miss her test.\u201d\n\n\n\n</p><p>The officers exchanged a glance, then turned to me. \u201cIs that true?\u201d the male officer asked.\n\n\n\n</p><p>\u201cYes,\u201d I whispered, feeling the weight of everything settle over me. \u201cI have to get to the school right now, or I\u2019ll lose my chance to take the exam.\u201d\n\n\n\n<figure class='\"wp-block-image\"'><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/c6c9b3f46aff22e31fdb916d79312a28472e47f6b5ee0e022d1e95f4247a5af9.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"A' shocked woman source: pexels>\n\n\n\n<p>A shocked woman | Source: Pexels\n\n\n\n</p><p>The officers nodded, exchanging another glance. \u201cAlright, young lady,\u201d the female officer said, standing up, \u201cWe\u2019re going to get you there.\u201d\n\n\n\n</p><p>Linda\u2019s face contorted with disbelief. \u201cWait, you\u2019re actually going to escort her?\u201d she stammered, her voice full of frustration. \u201cThis is ridiculous!\u201d\n\n\n\n</p><p>\u201cIt\u2019s our job to help people,\u201d the officer replied, coolly dismissing Linda. \u201cNow, if you\u2019ll excuse us.\u201d\n\n\n\n<figure class='\"wp-block-image\"'><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/43ad2adfdc9908d79a44639f2a90f48b093dd3d33caf664e4e3abfa603ad82b0.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"A' serious policeman source: pexels>\n\n\n\n<p>A serious policeman | Source: Pexels\n\n\n\n</p><p>I turned to Jason, who was smiling proudly, a little hero in his own right. \u201cThank you, Jason,\u201d I whispered, hugging him tight. \u201cYou saved me.\u201d\n\n\n\n</p><p>As I left with the officers, Linda\u2019s face was a mix of fury and disbelief. The officers helped me into their squad car, and we sped down the road with the sirens blaring, weaving through traffic as we approached the school. My heart pounded in my chest, but this time, it was with determination.\n\n\n\n<figure class='\"wp-block-image\"'><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/2c18e5200720ddaaeb089e8c66cf746eace792212612c9e663994a314e74e793.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"A' police car in the city source: pexels>\n\n\n\n<p>A police car in the city | Source: Pexels\n\n\n\n</p><p>At the exam center, we pulled up when the doors had already been closed. The officers stepped out with me, guiding me toward the entrance.\n\n\n\n</p><p>One of the proctors noticed us and approached, looking confused. \u201cMa\u2019am, the exam has begun,\u201d he said, glancing at the officers.\n\n\n\n</p><p>The policewoman explained quickly. \u201cThis young lady had her alarms sabotaged at home, but she\u2019s here now. I understand if you can\u2019t make exceptions, but if there\u2019s any way she can sit for the exam\u2026\u201d\n\n\n\n<figure class='\"wp-block-image\"'><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/546f01da9fa04a23ec500dae1a1586a88e902effe2b411f02b28a6ff00d10353.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"A' policewoman talking source: pexels>\n\n\n\n<p>A policewoman talking | Source: Pexels\n\n\n\n</p><p>The proctor\u2019s stern face softened as he listened. He looked me in the eyes, as if weighing my sincerity, then gave a brief nod. \u201cAlright. Go on in.\u201d\n\n\n\n</p><p>\u201cThank you,\u201d I managed, barely believing I\u2019d made it.\n\n\n\n</p><p>I found my seat, still rattled but refusing to let the morning\u2019s events get the better of me. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes for a second, and thought of my mom. This was my moment, and I wasn\u2019t going to let anyone take it from me. I picked up my pencil and began the test.\n\n\n\n<figure class='\"wp-block-image\"'><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/91c0892ac6ae3577f05485c3b541e85b0f5cf59943057b1a78a4a4f5af5ad18f.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"A' young woman writing an exam source: pexels>\n\n\n\n<p>A young woman writing an exam | Source: Pexels\n\n\n\n</p><p>Hours later, I walked out of the exam room, exhausted but relieved. The officers who had helped me were gone, but I felt their kindness in every step as I headed home. Jason was waiting on the front steps, and he jumped up as soon as he saw me.\n\n\n\n</p><p>\u201cDid you make it?\u201d he asked eagerly, his eyes bright with hope.\n\n\n\n</p><p>I nodded, a smile breaking out despite my exhaustion. \u201cI did, thanks to you.\u201d\n\n\n\n<figure class='\"wp-block-image\"'><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/8d46f37516fa8634b5540cb192b89e7f5229d52301db8b990deff6945c6d2f3f.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"A' young smiling woman source: freepik>\n\n\n\n<p>A young smiling woman | Source: Freepik\n\n\n\n</p><p>He threw his arms around me. \u201cI knew you would.\u201d\n\n\n\n</p><p>Inside, my dad was waiting. His face was pale, his mouth set in a grim line. He\u2019d been waiting for me to come home to hear everything. Jason took the lead, explaining every detail of what had happened while I was gone.\n\n\n\n<figure class='\"wp-block-image\"'><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/3e027e92d28fbd2123069ee1ae414f16f8cb3a0cdf4678dee8089daff8b20f13.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"A' smiling young boy source: unsplash>\n\n\n\n<p>A smiling young boy | Source: Unsplash\n\n\n\n</p><p>My dad\u2019s face grew red with anger, his eyes narrowing as he looked over at Linda, who was trying to look calm and unaffected. \u201cIs this true?\u201d he demanded, his voice trembling with restrained fury.\n\n\n\n</p><p>Linda\u2019s eyes darted between us. \u201cI\u2026 I was just trying to keep her from a mistake. I didn\u2019t mean for it to go so far,\u201d she mumbled, finally looking cornered.\n\n\n\n</p><p>\u201cYou sabotaged her dreams because of your own selfishness,\u201d my dad said coldly. \u201cYou\u2019re not staying here another night.\u201d\n\n\n\n<figure class='\"wp-block-image\"'><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/5ae521738d816c8d744b33d3b0548ee9a86a5368f39bdbb99368c1f0d66cc45e.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"An' angry man source: pexels>\n\n\n\n<p>An angry man | Source: Pexels\n\n\n\n</p><p>Linda\u2019s face turned pale as she realized he was serious. She tried to protest, but he shook his head firmly. \u201cPack your things, Linda. This family deserves better than this.\u201d\n\n\n\n</p><p>Jason and I stood by the door, watching as she finally left. There was no satisfaction in it, just a sense of justice and relief.\n\n\n\n<figure class='\"wp-block-image\"'><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/bf0649d2810f3053a92ab7fc7f167be60ffd19e20384142c222ba6573f5c96c4.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"A' woman looking through a gate source: pexels>\n\n\n\n<p>A woman looking through a gate | Source: Pexels\n\n\n\n</p><p>Liked this story? Consider checking out&nbsp;<a href="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/amomama.com%5C/437661-my-mil-and-her-friends-ate-our-1000-2.html%5C%22">this one: I was heartbroken and furious when I discovered my mother-in-law and her friends had devoured my $1000 wedding cake. I couldn\u2019t believe they would ruin my special day on purpose, leaving only crumbs behind. Determined to teach my spiteful mother-in-law a lesson, I started plotting my revenge.\n\n\n\n<p><em>This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. 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