so, in the grand tradition of all put-upon high school students, i decided to pull an All Nighter sunday night. the poorly punctuated results of this you already know (see below). now, all of twenty four hours later, i've decided to share my conclusions.
1. following intense bouts of not sleepage, the marathon sleep that follows is a Very Bad Idea
2. only pull all nighters on a day where you're guaranteed not to receive homework (think thursday) that's due the next day
3. if you are going to have homework due the day after you decided not to sleep at all, do said homework while you are still awake and semi-functioning
you might be wondering how i reached these conclusions. you might be thinking "well, these are oddly specific, clearly something happened to cause the creation of these axioms, and, my, isn't this a lovely run-on sentence?" well, you would be right.
let's just run over the past two days, shall we?
first, after not sleeping at all, i went to school, still pleasantly charged on a mixture of coffee, coke, and chocolate fondue.
so far, all is good. then, comes class, wherein i realized that teachers who talk and talk and talk make it near impossible, even when really trying, to stay awake. seriously. like, i was even pinching myself (and i have nails, this hurts) and i was still nodding off. then, by the end of the day, when i'm counting off the hours, i come to the realization that, not only do i have an entire chapter (forty two pages!) of my psychology textbook to outline, but i have a fifty question, fill-in-the blank, no-word-bank-provided quiz in history the next day. having remembered this (or been forced to remember this by the rantings of a friend henceforth referred to as K), i, like all dutiful students, resolved to stay up another few hours to complete all this classwork.
then i hopped on the bus, went to cheeseball's house (he's the dog i walk, he's cute, here have a picture:
and then went home, where i promptly, you guessed it, fell asleep. for thirteen and one-half hours.
i woke up, at around 7:30 a.m., took a look at the clock, and, in my infinite wisdom, went "oh, yay, i have hours to do my homework". having reached this conclusion, i then turned on the tv and started flipping through the channels...and noticed a disproportionate amount of infomercials and news shows. also, the 700 club was on and somehow i don't think that's normal primetime viewing. suspicions thus awakened, i wasn't exactly surprised when a quick flip to nbc revealed the oh so dreadful truth...and then i hopped out of bed for the quickest shower of my life, pulled on the first clothes i could find, and was almost late for school.
however, through all that, i managed to reach conclusion 4: those planning not to sleep during the normally prescribed hours of When It's Dark should make sure that they are on the yearbook staff. since our pages are already at the printer, it's a glorified study hall - so, psych accomplished and a 47/50 on the quiz. yay, non? also, i'm a national merit scholar semi-finalist, so all is good in the world of academics (for now)