In response to Michael’s blog post about sleep, I very much agree to the fact that “I would much rather be sleeping than doing this blog right now”.
Junior year of high school is the “hell year”. I, in fact, have a total of eight classes, 4 advance placement classes and the rest are honors or “extras”. Furthermore, my “extra” classes takes up more time of my sleep than my actual AP classes. I wake up, then go to swim practice, then learn in school, then have more swim practice, then sometimes go to class again, then go home, then knock out, then repeat again. Yet, I still put in the effort into everything I do even though the students and teachers may not think so.
The “hell year” is suppose to impress colleges because… college. Just thinking of college and what I want to do later in life poisons my brain.
Sleep is a getaway from reality. The reality of school, college, and more school. My mother told me that I got chubbier and more fit this year because she noticed that I have been sleeping a lot. My naps are not “cat naps”. I call them “lion naps” because I nap for at least three hours a day after school.
2012, freshmen year, I did not have any sleep. I was overworking way more than junior year and it got to the point when I start to procrastinated and stopped eating. The fear of not being able to finish homework or studying for a quiz or test wrapped around me as I tremble in school.
Chart of my weight
I was not only brain fried, but my body was crushed as well. My brain wasn’t functioning correctly and I went into a depression stage. People told me that I look sick because of my hollowed face and skeletal arms and legs. They thought I was a vampire because of how pale my faced looked. I lost more calories than gaining them because of water polo and swimming.
I realized how much weight I lost in a short period of time after visiting doctors and saying
“I’m fine.”
I was never fine nor happy. I wanted sleep and food and so I changed my diet in the beginning of sophomore year when I actually was healthy. Instead of skipping breakfast and lunch, I told my mom to pack me more food and the portion of food got bigger every time. I slept more than I have ever slept. I was back to normal.
I feel blessed every time when I sleep because I think about others who are not able to sleep because of the work they have to do. Now I’m preparing to give up sleep again, but this time I won’t harm myself in anyway. From a person who was fried, I became fresh again.
Life is in the fast lane 