Since the start of the semester, I have adhered to the belief that there is no guilt in forgoing sleep if done for a good cause. After all, I was sent here to put together a decent future. And as most of us deem, good grades will lead us to it. Needless to say, studying equates to good grades. Without a doubt I can say that it pays off to study. As a matter of fact, I have achieved relatively impressive scores when I decided to pull off the impossible: my GC (grade-conscious) self.

I recall postponing sleep to write a case study, to finish a problem set, to study for an exam or to prepare for an event. For me, an all-nighter is the primary response to a looming examination or an upcoming deadline. If I sleep, I will have to wish I never wake up in the morning. I’ll be dead meat anyway. But little do I know: this series of sleepless nights is taking its toll on me.

After my misery-inducing ES 13 exam, I spent the next four nights wallowing in repose. Chitchatting, blog hopping, late night movies or just being plainly idle consumed the crucial hours that were supposedly allotted for deep slumber. I fried my brains for unproductive wandering, so to speak.

Now I’m out of control. I have unintentionally skipped a few classes for the reason that my body clock has gone wild. I have turned into a cranky bitch whining at every mishap. I am a walking zombie, deprived of glee. Apparently, I have reached my so-called ‘blue screen of death’. I really need to get back with my old self. I need to reboot.