Sleep

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 simply...done.

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 internships.

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 the "Zzzzzz...."