After living at home for six months, one would think that I would be ready to go back out into the world and live it up, so to speak. False. Starting the fourth week of my sophomore career, I can only look back at the days when I woke up feeling rested, relaxed, and free to do anything or nothing.
Usually it was nothing. I might be kind of lazy like that. Get out for a walk? But what about the four hours it takes for one football game to come to an end? Go shopping for a new pair of shoes that my feet so desperately crave? But it's a perfect time for an afternoon nap. Grab dinner at a little French bistro? But there are waffles in the freezer and I'm running around the house in a t-shirt and Snoopy boxers.
Now, instead of having a schedule that included fourteen hours of sleep a night and the occasional soccer game, I suddenly have to act like a normal person again, going to classes, studying, socializing, eating only when absolutely necessary, et cetera. I have a fortune cookie slip tacked to my bulletin board that says, "Time is precious, but truth is more precious than time." For now, I'm going to have to disagree. Time is more precious here, sorry fortune cookie guru. Those two hours you just spent reading an article for world religions? Yeah, actually you need those back to prepare for your calculus exam. Half an hour for lunch? Try ten minutes with your laptop in the cafeteria to continue your train of thought in that essay. Power nap? In your dreams. Or not, you're not sleeping anyways.
In the short four weeks I've been on campus, I have already been to health-related services an equal four times. I swear, I think I'm allergic to college. But hey, I like it here, so I'm stocked up on caffeine and Claritin, and will be off to the next thing. After I finish the current one.
-M
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