Well, turns out 7 is still pretty early to be somewhere. It's not like my alarm goes off at 5:50 and I jump out of bed whistling a merry tune and thinking, "Gee golly am I happy it's not 4 am" - my first thought is usually still just, "Uchhhh."
I'll be honest, there were some mornings on surgery when I cried actual tears when my alarm went off (not even kidding) - soooo obviously that was much worse, and maybe if there was a day on surgery when the residents were like, "no, please, don't come in until 7 am tomorrow," then 7 would seem AMAZING. But when they're not right next to each other, 7 is so not amazing.
And I'll admit, my family medicine hours are amazing - the practice doesn't open till 10! Yet somehow, I am still EXHAUSTED at the end of every day, and more often than not, no studying AND no socializing get done in the evening (oh, I had such high hopes for both during this rotation). I know, I know, woe is me, I'm tired, wahh. But I'm tired! Wahh!