One year ago, I wrote a poem inspired by my everyday life as a university student. These are my favourite lines:
Stolen mornings/stolen sunshine,
Stolen evenings/stolen moonlight.
UP’s academic freedom allows every student to choose their classes and arrange their schedule any way they want. I exploited this as much as I could and crafted a schedule according to my convenience – a schedule that lets me sleep in even after the sun has long risen, and allows me to delay my sleeping time as far as I could stretch it.
University students are nocturnal people – we wake up when the sun is high up in the sky and sleep just a few winks before the sun rises for another day. Gone are the days when we would feel the cool morning breeze and the soft warmth of the sun’s earliest rays during daybreak. Gone are the days when we would be in bed by nine o’clock, sleeping soundly in the dark.
Sleep steals our mornings, while work steals our resting time at night. That’s how it is.
But for the past two days, I was able to see the sunrise after a long, long time. I and my co-interns had to go to Ultra at around 6 am, to catch Elma Muros’ morning practice. I had to be up at 4 am and prepare myself, and then be ready by 5 am.
It sure is a nice feeling, to be able to see the mornings once again. I felt that I started the day right, and even though more than once I stifled a yawn throughout the day due to lack of sleep (it’s not easy to adjust your body clock right then and there), it was a day well spent. I felt a different kind of exhaustion – an exhaustion full of a sense of fulfillment in getting things done. I felt contented, to be able to spend the entire day working, from sun up to sun down.
When I got home during those two days, I was happy to collapse on my bed. Rest feels like much more deserved when you’ve accomplished things. It’s been a while since I last had this feeling, retiring to bed with energy drained but feeling the day was complete.