My senior year of high school I had a class that started at 7am. We lived about 15 minutes outside of town, so that meant I had to leave around 6:30 to get there, park, and get to class on time. Which meant I had to wake up around 5:30 to eat breakfast and wake up fully before making the drive into town.  Let’s just say, as a teenager, I hated getting up early.  I had never been a coffee drinker up to that point, and no one in our household drank coffee, but my mom, looking for a way to help me wake up (probably so I wouldn't nod off while driving), decided to introduce me to it. Knowing...