It is 3:30 a.m.
Now when most college students hear this, they’ll say “so,” because a mass majority of college students are so sleep- deprived anyway and 3:30 a.m. doesn’t even faze them.
However, I’m going to go out on a limb here, be bold and say…I like sleep! There! I said it. I like to go to bed at a decent time and am proud to say I get six to eight hours of sleep.
Nevertheless, what am I doing right now? Writing a column that isn’t even due for another week. Now, don’t get me wrong, I am a procrastinator at heart, and I seem to work better under pressure most of the time. This might get you asking, if she claimed to love sleep so much and admitted to being a procrastinator, why is she writing a column at 3:30 in the morning that isn’t even due for another week.
One word, my friends. Thunderstorm.
Yes, even though I love thunderstorms just as much as I love sleep, but not when it knocks out the power in the middle of the night and my bedroom becomes an unbearable (and not wanted) sauna. Let me explain, the air conditioning in my house, for some reason, does not reach my room as much as it does the others and if a couple of fans aren’t on in the middle of a late spring night, my room becomes, for lack of a better word, uncomfortable and it makes me want to scream at the world in a not-so-nice way.
Another reason I don’t like thunderstorms while I am sleeping is when it knocks out the power, because I am a light sleeper, it scares the you know what out of me and I don’t think anyone likes the feeling of being jerked awake, especially in the middle of an especially nice dream. Thanks, thunderstorm, thanks a lot.
I feel I should say why I like thunderstorms, just to give it a fair chance. Thunderstorms, to me, are majestic in a way. I can stare at one for a couple of hours and still be fascinated by it. There’s something so random, yet so ordered about the way it works with the lightning and the thunder giving each other a balance of sorts creating harmony out of what seems like chaos.
It is now 4 a.m.
My brain is officially shutting down for the night.
It is 11:38 p.m. the next night, and I feel like last night was just a really bad dream. I hate when I have this feeling because I feel absolutely crazy when I think about the night before and wonder if it was all just a dream or if it really did happen. Of course this time, I have proof that it did because I wrote half of a column last night. But if I didn’t have this column as proof I would have sworn that last night’s thunderstorm and the electricity going out was just a small-scale nightmare.
I don’t know why this happens sometimes, but it’s like one of those nights that are just so amazing and remarkable that the next morning it seemed like you stepped off the earth for a minute and woke up back in the real world thinking the night before was just a passing dream.
Also, if you did not already guess this, I had no earthly idea what to write about for this column, so I decided to take advantage of a stormy night and write about my not-soimportant thoughts.
It is 2 p.m., and this column is done.
