Most people need 7-9 hours of sleep a night. Before the age of 18, however, a teenager needs about 9-10.5 hours of sleep.
I tend to forget this, though— there usually aren't separate guidelines for teens on many sites, so I often consider myself in the 'adult' age group without meaning to.
And since so many teenagers survive on less than 9 hours' sleep a night, I tend to do the same thing (especially when there's interesting writing to be done on my laptop).
But it's caught up with me! In the past two days, I've managed to sleep about 12 hours each night.
Today, it manifested itself in that I woke up at 12pm— something I haven't done since I was in Romania a few years ago, suffering from jet lag.
Otherwise… I don't sleep more than nine hours— at about 9am I am up without fail, unless I choose to lay awake in bed for longer (which is veeery relaxing).
So you can imagine my surprise when I checked my watch and saw it was… 12:15pm.
We were supposed to leave the hotel room at 10am at the latest.
Now… I don't like wasting away an entire day. If I get up any later than 9, I invariably feel that the entire day has disappeared.
AND I WOKE UP 3 HOURS PAST NINE!
It was a very BAD couple of minutes as I tried to understand how my parents could have had the gross rudeness of letting me sleep.
Eventually, however, they managed to convince me that I had needed it (which, I suppose, I did), so I graciously forgave them and we headed off to the day's adventures.
The Lost 100 Yuan … or "The Street We Saw 5 times in 15 minutes"
We are not poor. We're not rich, but we're not poor. Just clearing that up.
The point is, that we had not eaten anything beside a slice of bread and some delicious oranges all day.
It was now 7pm, and we headed toward the lovely 'fast food' restaurant next to our hotel— fat pork or chicken over greens over a bed of rice. My mouth had been watering for this meal for two hours… but the restaurant was closed.
We decided to go to a Pizza Hut we'd seen as we left for the museum that morning, so we headed off. Dad had already given Mom 100 yuan to spend on food at the restaurant, and as we approached Pizza Hut Mom started to take the bill out of her pocket.
It wasn't there.
We started searching the ground around Pizza Hut. We started retracing our steps. We walked past the truck unloading orange trees, over three blocks we'd already gotten sick of… and then sat down to bemoan the $16 we'd lost.
Then Mom burst out laughing and held up the 100 yuan she'd tucked into a different pocket for safe-keeping.
And we turned around and went by the already-memorized path to Pizza Hut.