As I stared at my course schedule on Saturday night, almost to the point where one would think I could burn a hole right through it, I went back and forth as to whether it was a good idea to keep my Sunday class on my schedule.  My Sundays are my only days off, my chance to relax, to catch up on homework, to see the people who are important to me, to bum out on the couch with an extra large bag of Doritos, perhaps have a beer (don’t worry readers I’m over 21), and swim in my sweats.  I have 4 days off each month and did I really want to give those up for Neuroscience?!?! Well, I decided to have mercy upon my schedule, to tuck it away safely in my 5 subject notebook, set my alarm to 7:30 am and turn off the lights.

I woke up in the morning, did my regular weekday routine and walked out to my car in order to drive to my Neuroscience class.  As I walked outside, I took a moment to look around and take in the surroundings that, during the weekdays, I run home to escape. It felt as if I were in the twilight zone.  On Sunday mornings the streets are desolate, the irritating school buses that are filled with the screaming kids who usually entertain themselves by making faces through the windows at the cars are resting in their lots and the unmotivated are sleeping off their hangovers. There are no garbage trucks blocking traffic, there are no annoying pedestrians who think that they are invincible and can create crosswalks wherever they see fit, there is no construction causing detours that turn a 10 minute drive into a 30 minute drive, there aren’t any high schoolers who are convinced they are independent adults yet the girls wear shirts so small I could use them as napkins at my dinner table, and the boys wear pants so big that I’m almost 100% sure that they are maternity wear.  Sunday mornings are filled with the runners, the readers, the elderly and those who either reluctantly or voluntarily are going to work.  Then there are those, like myself, who reluctantly decide to take a class on the weekend. Yet today I found that there’s nothing sweeter than getting up early on a Sunday morning.