“I need a nap…"

This phrase is one that is so easily thrown around on a college campus. If you listen closely, you will probably hear a conversation being interrupted by the long pause of a face enveloping yawn. As soon as you step on campus as a freshman, any pre-conceived understandings of sleep are left in the car with your parents as they drive away. As the excitement starts to fizzle and exams creep up out of nowhere, sleep begins to slither its way to the top of your “to do” list. Before long, desperation sets in and you have turned yourself into a modern day sleeping beauty, catching a wink at every chance you get.

My name is Emily, and I...I am a napaholic. Here are a few of the things that I deal with on the reg.

“What’s your favorite thing to do?”

This has become a hilariously awkward question to answer because the only thing that comes to mind is napping. You see, my money tree has had a few dry seasons since becoming a college student, so I have to get creative with my activities. My main logic and reasoning behind napping this is that I have already paid for this bed, why not get as much use out of it as I can?

So instead of spending money that I don't actually have, I put on my sock monkey footie pajamas and swan dive into my pile of decorative pillows.

Taking multiple naps a day becomes a normal thing...

There was once a time period in my college career that I would take two or three naps everyday. It typically went like this:

Morning nap: After my first two classes of the day. It was honestly the motivating factor that got me to class in the first place. Mid-afternoon nap: My personal favorite and rebound from a long day of lectures. Finally, evening power nap: Before I started my homework, which usually lasted into the wee hours of the morning. *Face palm*

After almost turning myself into a nocturnal animal, I had to re-evaluate my habits and limit myself to one (scheduled) nap a day.

Mastering the art of falling asleep anywhere...

Now this talent definitely took some time, but after much practice I have achieved excellence. Sleep is a gift that should be handled with care, but when it really comes down to it I have no problem falling asleep under a bench in an airport (true story) or in the hallway because I just couldn't quite make it to my room. You see, my parents are in the ministry and love to talk, and talk,and talk. So growing up, I would just tell them come find me when they were ready to leave the service or event we were at. They usually found me curled up in a corner, with a make-shift napkin blanket and a stack of paper plates for my pillow.

To all my fellow nappers out there, just remember: Seven days without sleep makes one weak.