Sometimes I am amazed that I have survived college this long. I haven’t been put on probation for grades (yet) and I’ve kept my sanity (well, some of it). It is an understatement to say I am impressed with myself.
Throughout my oh-so-long experience here at BYU, I’ve learned something that I’m sure many other students have also become familiar with:
Everything seems less important in the morning.
Here is the typical scenario:
It is mid-term week and your checklist is 5 miles too long. You spent hours at the library working on a paper or reading or researching, and can even proudly admit to minimal facebooking (a tremendous feat indeed). Upon your return home you realize that another assignment slipped your mind and just so happens to be due at 9:00 in the a.m. the following morning. Shoot. Begrudgingly you open your text book and begin the assignment as any good student would. A few moments later your eyelids begin to feel unbearably heavy and you realize you’ve read the same sentence 20 too many times. What is wrong with you? What is wrong with you, is the clock is about to strike 2 and no sane human being should be up at that hour doing homework. Right. So you decide you will finish the assignment in the morning. The alarm is set for 6 o’clock and to your relief you finally go to sleep.
BUT when 6:00 rolls around and your alarm rudely awakens you, you can’t seem to remember what you were thinking when you set your alarm for such a horridly early hour. The assignment that seemed crucial to your grade just hours before, suddenly seems extremely insignificant compared to the sleep you'll lose if you do it. After all, the assignment won’t take that long. So your fingers which are all too familiar with the snooze button take action and before you know it you’ve fallen back asleep.
Its 8:30. Oh no. How in the world did that happen? You jump out of bed, throw on a sorry excuse for an outfit, brush your teeth way too quickly, and bolt up to campus. In the moments before class begins, you frantically do your best to finish said assignment. The teacher walks into the classroom, you turn it in, game over.
But wait! A week later you check your grades and to your pleasant surprise you passed—with flying colors (or maybe just colors, haha). How did that happen? You somehow managed to do a better job on the assignment in just minutes than you would have if you had spent the supposed hours it required.
To those of you who don’t believe in luck, I say to you: it exists; and I’ve been experiencing it for almost 4 years now.
Thank heavens.
