Many people suspect discipline or drive, but sleep is the true driving force behind my study habits and deadlines. It has been this way for as long as I've known. I only start projects early so I can get a fair amount of sleep and the closest I've ever gotten to an all nighter was 3 hours of sleep for the biochem take home in junior year (at which point I started referring to enzymes as "buggers" on my exam, leading to lots of "???" in red ink).
So it was with regret that I dragged myself out of bed early this morning to get to school by 7:30am to finish my pass/fail paper, all because our school network drive was down over the weekend. If there's one thing I'm good at as a student, it's packing my bag the night before (folders, hat, emergency socks, breakfast, lunch, and snack- all check). Though I'm good at working against deadline, too. I just hate the process-- the faux adrenaline that masks my fatigue, the eerily quiet streets, the goofy grin I wear all morning (Ray: That's a very big smile for Monday morning), and the crash that slogs through all afternoon that no amount of free cheese and dip could cure (sidebar: dean's reception today with only 3 kinds of cheeses, all semi-hard-- what is this, a state school? I want my gouda and chevre). Wherever I end up next year, I hope it's a place full of sleep. Sweet dreams.
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