Over break, I slept. I’m not talking about the short chunks of restless near-naps that I would normally be taking on a Monday. I hit the sack with uninterrupted bliss. Sometimes, I would even clock in fifteen hours a day, waking up at noon. What really struck me was the fact that I had started to view sleep as a privilege: it’s the first thing that is taken away in the face of looming projects and presentations. It seems that a minimal amount of shut-eye is the modern rite of passage for (most) highschoolers. Remember, when all else fails, take a nap.
Happy Reading,
Lindsay Chong