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Back To... Bed?!

*Yawn*

We all know that feeling. It's time to head back to the books, which means we can't head back to bed. As September rolls around, students across Canada have to prepare to switch their internal alarm clocks and start rising once again at the crack of dawn.

Alright, so if you live in rez and your first class is at 10 it's no surprise that you can still handle the all-nighters and see no reason not to show up to your biochem class in your plaid sleeping pants and your high school grad hoodie. But for the rest of us, who have to race across the street to catch the 6:45 am bus cross town, or rise at 5 am to carpool with their siblings in an old half beaten car that lacks anything remotely resembling air-conditioning, and leaves you with your hair plastered to your face as you leap out of the 'sweat-mobile' to race across the parking lot to your first class (which no surprise is at 8:30 in the morning!), you can't help but wish that you could drive in your fuzzy slippers.

It's rough. That's not to say that most students aren't pulling 40 hour weeks all summer trying to save enough money to pay for their education, plus keep that old beater of a car running (with a little left over for extra-strength deodorant!), but somehow the summer workload never compares to the eight months we spend in school every year. Perhaps it has something to do with the workload, the homework, the assignments, the essays, the hard nights studying, and let's not forget the time and energy we put into catching the eye of the hottie sitting two seats in front of us. During the summer, we can flaunt around the beach to catch an eye or two, but during the school year we're forced to flaunt our armload of psychology books and ink covered hands. It's just not the same.

Of course the parties aren't the same either, when you know you've got a 1500 word essay due the next day and you've had so many that you can't even remember which dorm is yours. Going out with friends falls behind reading Tolstoy; dating is squeezed between lab reports and duct taping your used textbooks. No surprise, even eating finds itself on the backburner, as you find you cannot manage to carry four textbooks across the 5-acre campus during your ten-minute break AND wolf down a sandwich at the same time. Of course, no one even has the time to make a sandwich the day before, since you're knee deep in your friends lecture notes as you try to learn the history of the universe. Your car trunk turns into your locker, a homeless man could live out of your backpack, and you've begun calling everyone you meet Doctor, even your parents.

It's the rush, the excitement, and the time that goes along with being a university student, and the only thing any of us would trade it in for, is a piece of paper that reads BACHELOR. Even now, students are setting ahead their alarm clocks, preparing to make the transition back to the books, and the campus. It'll be rough, the journey will be long, but we can make it. Remember, there is no need to call a doctor if you cannot stop yawning. It's simply "return-to-university" syndrome.

So take my advice students and go back to bed while you still can. *Yawn*