Unlike many people, if you were to ask me if I wanted to join you in watching the sunrise, my reaction would probably be incomprehensible muttering. In fact, that would be my reaction to any suggested plan that someone might pitch to me that involves waking up before 10 A.M., and saying 10 A.M. is being incredibly generous. To me, the only thing useful about the morning time is that I actually have some semblance of willpower to get schoolwork done and then get breakfast food (breakfast food being the more important of the two, of course). I don’t hate the morning time, but if you really want to see me at my best, anytime after 6 P.M. is my prime.

Nothing quite beats a good night out, except a good night in, or just anything at night for that matter. At night, most people go to sleep, so everything in my residence hall quiets down. This is great for an introvert like myself. Not only does it help me relax on my nights off, but I also feel more motivated to get housekeeping things done. In my mind, daytime is boring schoolwork time, and nighttime is (amazing) personal time and “take care of your own” time. There is a calming sensation that comes with ending the day by watching your favorite Netflix series and washing your sheets, or reading a good book and having a cup of tea or doing yoga and painting your nails (just to name a few). Plus, do I even have to mention how wonderful sleep is?

As the young people say, “you do you.” I, however, shall continue sleeping in and making late brunches the first meal of my day as often as possible. And seeing as it’s only 11:38 P.M., I shall part with the classic, yet relatable, colloquialism, "The night is still young, my friends." Good night, as it most certainly is that.





















