Sleep is overrated. REM
sleep and beauty sleep are mere myths. Sleep is for the weak.
Even though this mentality
dominates the last month of school, there's an indescribable euphoria in
closing your eyes and waking up 10 hours later, a simple bliss accompanying the
most intense REM rebound session of your life. Not waking up tired—what
an idea! Summer is a beautiful thing.
When not REMing, I’m in the "de-dormification"
process. This involves everything
short of fumigating all my college possessions—washing every article of
clothing (ADPi letter shirts, mountains of club/event
T-shirts), scrubbing every last desk supply, lamp, and picture. My college life
is now neatly contained in big blue tubs, looking like my very own "instant
college life—just add water!"
So easily packed away, I
wonder if Centre really happened. Like Dorothy or Alice, I wonder if Centre was
simply an incredible dream. There really is a surreal element to the end of
school—perhaps due to the absence of closure. The end of Centre lacked the
ritualized public school numbing barrage of "have a great summer" and
“don’t ever change” yearbook signings. Like a sneeze that doesn’t happen, turning
in my last final was surprisingly anti-climatic; suddenly everything was
But the reality of the school
year's end is slowing growing on me. I’m finally able to attend to things that
have taken a back burner, like sleep and cleaning out emails, as well as
looking more to the future in researching overseas travel and future museum
In a few months, I’ll be
poised to be the homework/studying machine of a college student. But for now, bring on the sunscreen and