Say you were to take a poll around campus: What is your favorite and least favorite day of the week? I think it’s safe to assume that many would respond with Friday or Saturday as their favorite with Monday as their unfavorable choice. Personally, I can’t say I fall into either of these categories. Sunday is, in my opinion, the best and worst day of the week all rolled into one. How can this be possible? It’s a simple combination of procrastination and relaxation.

If you’re like me, you have an annoyingly troublesome habit: putting things off until the last minute. If I fall behind on reading, I just tell myself, “Hey, you have a whole day on Sunday to do it!” Anything that doesn’t need to be done immediately will be pushed back to my one free day. Every week I find myself in the same situation—making the same empty promise to be super productive on Sunday. All my problems will be solved. Right? Wrong. Obviously, what was my free day fills up rather quickly, and what was “being super productive” is lost to sleeping in and lounging around until the middle of the afternoon. It’s at this point that time seems to slip away as if it were water through my fingers. The result is never pretty; often my friends will find me isolated in a remote study lounge at 11:30 P.M. with only a fraction of the work done that I’d intended. It’s a vicious circle—before I know it, my cell phone alarm is telling me to wake up for Monday morning.

On a more positive note, Sunday always begins as an awesome day. After a great night out on Saturday, nothing is better than sleeping in as late as you want. Then it’s time for a long, relaxing, (hopefully) hot shower, throw on some sweats and head to the caf for Sunday brunch. This is the prime opportunity to reminisce about your weekend and just shoot the breeze over eggs and sausage. When I make it back to my room around 1:00, I have every intention of starting my homework...but I’m just so sleepy, it’s just impossible to even fathom the Paideia assignment. A couple hours napping, I feel great, and I’m ready to go—but this is when the frenzy described above begins. Like I said, it’s a vicious circle, but I’m managing.

I can’t blame Sunday for my procrastination, but if it were about six hours longer, it would be, without a doubt, the most perfect day of the week. Since this is not the case, however, I guess I’m just lucky that the species called “college student” requires far less sleep than the typical human being.