Alexander Hamilton was having a bad day. No, scratch that, Alexander Hamilton was supposed to have the best day of his life, but everything went catastrophically wrong very, very quickly. Being a creature of habit and a productive member of society, he actually planned out the whole day, start to finish. He would set an early alarm, run to Starbucks for his morning coffee, and then catch a taxi to Columbia University, then proceed to get his room assigned and everything else under the sun figured out.
Long story short, that certainly didn't happen. Five-o'clock-in-the-morning Hamilton, who happened to be very different than awake-and-sane-Hamilton, decided that morning that of course, awake-and-sane Hamilton wouldn't be needing his alarms- on the most important day of his life.
After scrambling out of the house and cursing his morning self, Hamilton realized that the human race happens to love Starbucks at six in the morning more than any time of the day. And it wasn't just Starbucks- the mediocre coffee shops all around town were also crowded to the point of insanity. Hamilton aborted that mission early on and decided to just decided to get to his new home before anything else could screw itself up, like it tends to do.
So besides that, everything was going just perfectly.