Ramadan woes or: How I learned sleep is a thing of the past.
I love Ramadan (Muslimholymonthoffasting). It’s like my own Christmas. My favorite time of year, where the family is all always together and there are big dinner parties and kids are running around and there’s awesome food and presents and shopping sprees and of course, the spirituality of it all, feeling closer to God, working with charity organizations and all that jazz.
But OMG what I wouldn’t do for a cup of coffee. College students—especially of the journalism variety—are notorious for not sleeping, pulling all-nighters and drinking their 8-hours of sleep in caffeine.
I’m totally fine fasting from sunrise to sunset. It’s so much easier to not snack on crap all day when you know there’s an awesome three-course dinner waiting at home (at sunset, 7 p.m.). But if I’m already not sleeping and working, working, working, how can I be expected to stay awake in class? Because I’m at that nearly-dozing off stage almost constantly, where my head begins to droop but I force myself to keep my eyes opened and pay attention to interpretive reporting.
So there are 20 more days of Ramadan. I don’t want to see it go, really, but I don’t know how else I’ll survive the semester without my Caffeine IV. I could try sleeping, but I don’t know if I remember how to do that anymore. Shrug.
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