University students including myself time and again lay off sleep for other happenings such as studying, doing homework or even just staying up for the night with a friend. Through a biological clock called the Circadian rhythm, our bodies follow the twenty-four hour cycle of each day and night. Throughout the week, postponing sleep and missing meals makes it arduous to concentrate in class. After lunch, I tend to grow heavy-eyed and tired which leads to me struggling to focus on my other courses. In the afternoon, this impacts my body because it does not give me energy, but instead makes me snooze earlier in the day.
Some days I wish to get hours of sleep, I can sleep for 9 hours and still manage to not want to get out of bed. If I could I would just lay there all day and cry. But it is days like these that I know I have to motivate myself the most. I have recently been able to accept that I have depression. Depression has been haunting me all my life.
I think the reason I was having this dream is because I had so much to get done that week and I just felt like I was not going to have enough time to finish it all, and during this dream I knew I was dreaming but I could not wake myself up. This type of dream is an example of lucid dreams meaning the person is aware they are in a dream when it is happening. On Tuesday night, I had a dream that my house was burning down in the middle of the night, and I was trapped inside and I couldn’t get out. After I have this dream and wake up I get out of bed a search my house to make sure this is no fire, because even though I know it was a dream my mind tricks me into thinking I smell smoke. Being trapped in a fire has always been one of my biggest fears in life, I seem to have this nightmare a lot and I think I have it because I am scared for it to happen in real life.
Yes, this one is good but too short “Ooh Lucy you’ve spent the whole day on your essay and you are still not getting what to write about, Just sleep and close your eyes everything will be alright when you wake up!” said Wien Wien is my friend, a friend ? Well not really, he entertains me but a poor adviser. I guess I will have to follow his advice now, I have no other alternative. Laying on my bed staring at the ceiling wondering what to write about, that time when you feel unfulfilled knowing that starting over again would yield the best
Although some actions could be more heroic than others it does not be mean small actions are not an act of heroicism. It was a knarling morning when I woke up. My stomach rumbles from the three cans of red bull and the Del Taco I had the previous night,and my eyes would not stay open from the two hours of sleep I had from playing video games and starting an essay due the next morning. Realizing I have a game I did everything I can to get the sensation out of my stomach. I tried everything, from drinking obsurd teas to going on ask.com.
One night, Victor had drunk too much from an Indian party that he had went to and so when he came back home and tried to sleep he couldn’t. In the book, it said, “It was late early in the morning. He kept his eyes open until they grew accustomed to the dark, until he could see vague images of the bedroom...Fifteen minutes had passed and it ways closer to sunrise and he still hadn’t slept at all” (Alexie 85). This reminded me of the times in which I would have all nighters from playing video games. I remember how I would first start playing like at 10 at night and then just keep at it until I’d see from the window that it wasn’t night anymore and the sun was starting to rise.
Observation: I never procrastinated when I was younger, but as I got older for some reason I began to delay my responsibilities as much as possible. I observed as my peers did the same and left important task to the very last minute. I have stayed up late at night trying to finish a project that was due the next day simply because I delayed doing it earlier. I have run around like crazy and stressed out about filling out applications a day before the deadline because I wasted my time doing other things. I also saw many of my peers doing the exact same thing.
Everyone knows that bad night sleep can easily affect the whole day. Sleeping less hours could lead to a bad mood and low performance in a day activities. Any Athletes person work hard to achieve his goal, from training to diet. There 's a simple thing they might oversee going to bed early. Most people need approximately 7-9 hours of sleep to have active day, on the other hand athlete’s people need more hours of sleeping to be hyper and energetic next day.
This semester I read the books con academy and partially through touching spirit bear. This was an insane to see myself even do that I have not read a single book since the 5th grade. My goal was to read 2 books this semester, I thought that it would be hard but not impossible. Turns out it was harder than I thought it would be, I barely got through one. Reading is a fun experience but a really hard one to focus on.
It was 8:07, Saturday morning, when I awoke to an insufferable rapping on my door. I tried to ignore it, and sleep, but the knocking persisted. This went on for no less than thirty minutes, until, it suddenly stopped. The abrupt silence was unnerving. I sat up in my bed, wondering if they had finally given up, and gone away.
Tremaine I’ve had a couple bad days, but this one tops it off. It felt like a normal day at first. Let me stop lying, it started off horrible. It was in the summer time, so I stayed up all night until about two o’clock-ish. I needed my sleep, because I was in for the WORST day ever!
When I woke up this morning I woke up a lot earlier than I had anticipated – probably because I was nervous about the job shadow, I was lucky enough to lay in bed and let myself relax for another hour. When my alarm clock went off I was ready to get up, but was not ready to sit in Boise traffic. Let me tell you Boise traffic is not fun at 8:30 in the
I have always had trouble falling asleep and staying asleep throughout the night. For at least the last 10 years, I was averaging about three to four hours of sleep during the work week and between five to six hours on my days off. I was a shift worker and constantly rotated shifts throughout those years. I tried everything to sleep from over the counter to doctor prescribed medication. It was hopeless and I was exhausted.
Once my dad turned out the lights and went to bed I fell asleep rather quickly. The next morning Dave woke me up it was around 4:30 in the morning. I didn’t want to get up because I was still sleepy. I rolled out of bed and began putting on all of my camouflage and orange gear on. I went out the door after I got my gear on and I realized it had gotten chillier than the day before.