The hours of sleep I’ve gotten in the past week totals to less than the number of hours in a day.
The first few days, it felt perfectly okay. Staying up into the night gave me a rush. Running on sugar gave me a high. But by the end of the week, I was burning out. I was tired, unmotivated to work and just dying to get some sleep.
It’s not that I don’t want to sleep, you know? I think any student can relate. The endless assignments, the looming deadlines, the upcoming tests and exams… gosh, it’s just so easy to get caught up in the rush of expectations. Never, ever have I stayed up to 2 or 3 a.m. doing work. Sure, I stayed up playing, but definitely not working. Until this year.
Typically, I’m not so studious. And I think it’s still not in my nature to be very studious. But seeing the people around me study to hard and getting to far ahead, it’s hard not to feel pressured to keep up.
But yesterday, as I reached the peak of my exhaustion, my fatigue from the lack of sleep, I had a bit of a revelation. Is keeping up with the masses so important that I should sacrifice something so fundamental as sleep and health? No. No. Definitely no.