I decided to focus on catching up on my reading for school last night, so at 11pm I settled down onto the futon with my book and my highlighter and immediately dozed off. When I awoke a few minutes later, I realized that there was no chance of successfully studying as long as sleep was an option. So like any sane person would do, I packed up my books and drove to IHOP at midnight.
The combination of the coffee and the pancakes kept me awake through two hours of reading, which might very well be a personal record. However, by around 2am, I became absolutely overwhelmed by exhaustion and decided to head home. I pulled into the parking lot of my apartment complex feeling slightly revived by the drive, so I propped open the door to my car, set up my highlighters, and vowed to finish another section of the reading before going inside.
The next thing I remember is hearing a male voice saying, “Ma’am? Ma’am? Are you okay? You’re sleeping in your car.”
My humiliation was overwhelming.
“Ohh,” I stammered, waving my textbook unsteadily. “If I study inside, I’ll fall asleep.”
As I said this, I realized that I was already sleeping. In my car. With the door open. And the interior lights blazing.
He stared at me warily, nodded slowly, and walked away.
I may never study again.
Do your studying so we can go surfing! HURRICANE SWELLS DUDE. Hurricane swells in VIRGINIA. This is not to be missed so STUDY.