Same glass of water from Dad here, although it was on weekdays, when I could hardly stand to face another day of school.
I had trouble adapting to an adult sleep schedule from a very early age, and had some embarrassing episodes, as well as weird stuff like slipping into a dry bathtub late at night because I wanted to read a book.
In high school, I began checking out, and my depression was chronic and major. I had a "girlfriend" (who was abusing me) so I stayed up late at night on the phone or visiting her. I was falling asleep and falling behind in classes. My parents were beside themselves. It didn't get any better.