If people were meant to pop out of bed, we'd all sleep in toasters.

WHAM!

"Laundry workers, wake up!"

WHAM!

"Eight thirty. Education get ready!"

Both of these loud calls came before 6:20 this morning. The guard doing the yelling and slamming of the door to the dorm has one of the most obnoxious voices and has no respect at all for any of the inmates. Every time the door was slammed and the yell came, I woke up from my dead sleep. Even though she could see three quarters of the dorm sleeping, she would walk to the bunk area to shout. I wasn't the only one to wake up and I'm sure I wasn't the only unhappy one, either.

So far this dorm has been loud enough as it is. Between the raps, beats, and loud gambling, it's tough to get sleep. I've been getting rest in four hour spurts, often with rude awakenings dividing those. I don't know what kind of effect this strange sleep cycle will have on me, but so far, it doesn't feel good. I hope I will get used to this odd schedule. What would be best is for the dorm and guards to be a little quieter and not interrupt our slumber.