It's easier for me to wake up an hour before I need to be awake than it is for me to wake up 15 minutes earlier than I normally do.
For example:
Monday I have a class at 8:55 and Sunday night I said "Hey, I'll wake up at 8:15 instead of 8:25. That way, I'll have a little time for coffee." That, ladies and gents, absolutely did not happen. No coffee entered my system on that morning.
Monday night, I realized I absolutely could not make it through one more page of Homer's The Iliad which I'm sure you can sympathize with if you've ever read a Greek epic. I'm very grateful for the translation we are reading. It's much more readable than the translation of The Odyssey we used my freshman year of high school.
So I said to myself, "I'll get up early tomorrow, take my book to McConn, and sip coffee while I read some classic literature." That vision of class I had was a little skewed due to my choice of a TMNT tshirt under my sweater (no regrets), but the main idea remained. I finished the reading (and 2 cups of coffee) all because I set my alarm for 7:45 instead of 8:45 like I would of for a typical Tuesday. I did well on the quiz and, as an added plus, think I'm going to get along well with my group for that world literature class.And, another plus, the apple I had in the dining hall today was perfection. Judge all you want, but you know a great apple is a beautiful thing.
All this to say, perhaps I am a morning person. I did not meander in a zombie-like fashion to McConn and suddenly wake up like a wind up doll once I had my first sip of coffee. I was alert, polite, and highly functioning (see: reading Greek poetry) before I had finished half of my first cup. So take that, preconceived notions of myself. 
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