To Sleep or not to Sleep Essay -- Personal Narrative Writing

To Sleep or not to Sleep perpetrate up a leather couch and cram for the midterms reads the headline for a article written by Sarah Heim for The Stanford Daily on October 5, 1999. The article describes the curved shape Room, one of the study suite that is frequented by Stanford students. Heim quotes students who describe the room as More like a livingroom than a library. One students said, You can eer take a break and look outside at the view, and I like the leather couches. Hmm, is this a study area or a lounge? I found this article a little enigmatical at first. Couches? View? I wonder if students like such rooms because they are expert for study or distraction? Arent we supposed(p) to avoid the temptations that are hazardous to our studies? I begin each sidereal day by taking a seat in a wooden chair near the doors of the room at St. Pauls Newman plaza c all in alled the lounge. I have spent a fair amount of era perusing at the Newman Center and I have seen numerous o thers students studying and lounging in this room, but before this year it was seldom a daub that seemed conducive for studying. In the center of the west wall there is a clock. The clock makes a buzzing sound that seems to fill the whole room. right onful(prenominal) below the clock a picture of the Madonna holding the infant Jesus with his arms outstretched seems to call the wayward children who have wandered to the horse opera half of the room, furnished with tan chairs and couches. They are small and covered with roughhewn material, but soft. They form a semi-circle around a television and videocassette recorder on a double shelved metal cart occupying the northeast corner. When I entered the room on October second at 1100 a.m., Michael had succumbed to the temptation. He was lying, eye closed, on his b... ...rad, on the other hand, avoided the couches and with that the doze factor-or so I thought. When I walked into the room October 12 at a quarter prehistorical three , Brad had his chair pushed back and his head resting on the table. Books were scattered all over the table top and one was propped up as though he had been trying to read it with his head resting on his arms. Next to his right arm there was a can of Mountain Dew. I radius in a loud, jesting tone Uh-Oh, Busted He elevate his head and I said Ah, cat sleeping and you wont sluice go to the couches He smiled and replied This way I dont sleep too long. We both laughed and as I left, he returned his head to the table. This isnt Stanford and these arent leather couches, but we offer all the temptations of home. Pull up a couch and cram for class-or sleep if you like If its good enough for Stanford...