Rebecca yawned as she read her script. She was so tired. She had stayed up late last night practicing, and still wanted to make sure everything was perfect before dress rehearsal this evening.
She yawned again and shut her eyes. She had time for just a quick nap….
A while later, Rebecca bolted up and looked at the clock. It was almost 7:00, she was going to be late for dress rehearsal!
Rebecca arrived at the theater and changed into her costume quickly.
She didn’t hear any sounds from the stage, so she breathed a sigh of relief. She wasn’t late after all.
She strode on stage with confidence for her big entrance. She struck a dramatic pose and said her opening line perfectly….but there were no other actors on stage. The auditorium was completely empty.
Rebecca walked back into the wings in confusion. Where was everybody? Was someone playing a mean trick on her? What had happened? She thought and thought. She looked the clock. “Oh no!” she exclaimed. “It’s not 7:00, it’s 8:00! I forgot about daylight savings time! I’m over an hour late! I missed rehearsal completely!”
Rebecca then did what any good actress would do. She cried dramatically into her arms. When she did finally lift her head, though…
Rebecca sat up. She was still at home in her family’s apartment. It had just been a dream!
Daylight savings time didn’t start until tomorrow and she had plenty of time to get to rehearsal!
She made it to dress rehearsal with plenty of time to spare, and performed her part perfectly thanks to plenty of practice as well as her nice, resting nap. 🙂
Daylight savings time really did start in United States around Rebecca’s time, in 1918. The U.S. followed other countries who adopted the practice to save fuel for lighting after dark during World War I. It was largely abandoned until deemed necessary again for World War II and then during the gas shortage in the 70s. We do it today because…um…well, nobody I’ve talked to has ever been able to give me a good reason, but we spring forward tonight!
This post is dedicated to my sister, who texted me this morning: “I’m bored. Write a blog post for me to read.”