Daylight Savings Time (Among other Things)

A few days ago, the horror known as daylight savings time was enacted. Why is this a horror, you ask? There are several reasons. One, EVERYTHING gets messed up. The bells at my school for example. The late bell for first period didn't ring until halfway through the period. After that the bell schedule hasn't made any sense until today. You know, after about 100 years, shouldn't people kind of...I dunno...anticipate things? Shouldn't they take care of the bell schedule (etc.) before it gets all messed up? The second reason: we lose sleep. now, sleep for a teenager (and pretty much everyone else) is important. Especially if your taking honors or accelerated classes like myself. Sometimes it takes me hours to get through homework due the next day. With my ever-increasing schedule, my time capacity and energy are bursting at the seams. The few hours sleep I get every night have been cut down to four-fifths of what it was.
For Seminary in the month of March, my teacher (Brother Maurer) challenged everyone to give up something. I thought long and hard, and eventually decided to give up on speech and debate for 1 month. so far, casewriting, research, and tournaments have been devouring my life and my weekends. since I just won a tournament I thought "What the heck? A break will be good for me." Two weeks later, I learned that my coach had signed me up for a tournament without asking me about it first. I was pretty mad, but she was furious when I told her I wasn't going (mostly because I gave it up for a month, but partially to make a point; you ask me before you go and decide for me). Now, since none of you know what my coach is like, I'll tell you; she's probably the most-controlling person you will ever meet, and she assumes that whoever does speech and debate will put that above all else. After fifteen minutes of "talking" with her in my 2nd period English, we took it outside and debated for another ten. She then talked to me in my math class the same day in 4th period. After I still said no, the next week was full of speech and debate participants trying to convince me to go to this tournament (oh, I haven't told you what it is yet. It's the National Qualifying tournament, and I was distinctly invited by the NFL [national forensic league], so that's why Mrs. McLain was mad]. Needless to say I got pretty annoyed.
I'm writing all this at speed right before a choir concert at my school. We're singing two songs; and aboriginal folk song called Tungarre, which means "to sing" (see the connection?) and a hebrew piece called Hiney Mahtov. Hee-nay mah-tohv, so you know. My teacher has a fascination with songs sung in a different language, and repeating the same songs every year for the beginning groups. It's kind of funny how his name is made up of two solfege syllables; se and le.
Off to sing.