Back to the Books not Bed

On the second day of classes, one of my professors cheerfully announced that she would require more work than the average 3 credit honors class and said, "lose sleep over it, because you're still young and you can afford to."

If there's one way in which I've matured very quickly, it's in my physical inability to function for long periods of time without a decent night's rest. I almost raised my hand to tell her I disagreed (wanting to argue that sleep deprivation empties any bank account no matter what kinds of savings you've got stashed away), but I figured I'd get something along the lines of, "suck it up," particularly since another professor founded his absences-due-to-sickness policy upon similar ideas. Basically, come to class no matter how awful you feel, unless you're legitimately bedridden and have to go to the doctor, because I (the professor) feel crappy all the time! If he's "old" and can come to class feeling bad, then we being young should be able to do the same. Reasonable enough logic, I suppose.

Two weeks in and the first professor has proved her prophecy true. I've made it my goal to go to bed at a p.m. hour every night during one entire week and to wake up not less than 8 hours later. It hasn't happened yet, but next week will see the accomplishment of this goal. Did I say that last week?

It's already been decided; this is going to be a great learning experience on how to balance study, sleep, and social life--defining the good, better, and best opportunities in my life. You would think I would have already gotten that down after two years, but every semester alters the options I have which then changes the priority list. Let the excitement begin!

p.s. that last exclamation wasn't sarcastic.