Sleep Schedule For as long as I can remember, my mom and dad have insisted that someday my brothers and I would have to “get back on a normal sleep schedule”. I always found that statement to be somewhat offensive, as the word “normal” would imply that any other sleeping habits are “abnormal”. We all know that “abnormal” then goes to imply “wrong” and “wrong” suggests “sinful” and it’s no secret that “sinful” is synonymous with “delicious”. What I’m trying to say is that by well-meaning Mom and Pop Goshe constantly criticizing my dear brothers for staying up all night and sleeping all day, I grew up confused about my own slumberality. There’s so much peer pressure to sleep through the night and wake in the morning. Unfortunately, not everyone fits into that nice little box. As I grew older and more in tune with my circadian rhythm, I realized what my body was trying to tell me. It was begging me not to conform to the conventional sleep patterns of the “normal business hours” world. It was pleading with me to watch Head of the Class at 4 am. I did what I had to do. I slept and slept and it felt great. But there was something that didn’t feel great. The constant ridicule and nagging accusations made me feel like I was inferior to those early-rising productive member of society types. I know that I am not alone in feeling discriminated against when I can’t seem to make it out of the house before the bank closes. And what if I want to stop at McDonalds for a McGriddle breakfast sandwich? They’ll tell me that they stopped serving breakfast nearly five hours ago. And then they’ll tell me that they discontinued the McGriddle because no one was buying them. And then they’ll offer me a Big n’ Tasty. Then I’ll remember that I hate McDonalds. “No thanks, I’ll just go home and have a bowl of oatmeal,” I’ll say. And then I’ll realize that no one can dictate when I do or do not eat breakfast. Everyone is different. Today, however, I woke up at 10:45 am. But I’m in college. Everyone experiments in college.