My father is the worst waker-uperer in the world. Whenever he tries to wake me up, he pounds, not knocks, POUNDS on my door and yells out my name like the future of the free world depends on my waking up.

Mom, on the other hand, THROWS my door open and yells WAKEEEEEEE UP!

Well, if the future of the free world ever depended on my waking up, let's hope my little sister doesnt assume the task of waking me up. She stands outside my door and says, rather nonchalantly, " Thivya, wake up!" And then, instantly, she turns around and yells, "Ma, she isnt waking up" While this wakes me up, it doesnt irritate me enough to yank me out of bed.