23:09 -This is not an out-of-the-ordinary night. It's basically the same as every other Sunday night. The parties are over everywhere, all the students are back and I know most, like me, wish they hadn't gone out that night when homework called or wish they had come in earlier last night when their eyes were heavy, but their friends are there they had convinced the opposite. This is a lesson in procrastination. We're a few hours away from the start of our first class, yet the televisions are still on, the stereos are still blasting an incessant stream of music at obnoxious levels, and people are still pouring in front of my open door. The girls giggle as they talk about Johnny or Alex or Jimmy or whatever his name is and every couple of minutes I catch the end of a meaningless conversation that distracts me from whatever I'm trying to accomplish. 11.14pm - I slowly climb out of my little wooden chair, and toss another blank sheet of paper onto the already covered desk as I head towards the door. Almost instantly I feel drained of all energy and for a brief second that bed, which I often complain about, seems familiar and very welcoming. I shake off the tiredness and slowly drag my feet behind me those few short steps. Eyes blurred with exhaustion, I focus on a now bare area of ​​my door that had previously been covered by an image of something that was once funny or memorable, but now I can't remember what it was. In any case, it's no longer there and with the pathetic intention of finishing my homework I go to close the door. I take a peek down the hall just to make sure one last time that there's nothing I'd rather be doing and when there's nothing worth investigating other than a few laughs a couple of rooms down, I continue to close the door.11:90pm-As I awkwardly stumble over piles of dirty clothes, shoes and cans that remind me of better times, I become increasingly aware of the clock and, consequently, the small amount of sleep I will gain tonight. I stop and think about all those ideas I had about college; what it would be like. All those preconceived notions of what college was supposed to be like have become pretty accurate.