Yep, this is Going to be Posted at the Perfectly Reasonable Hour of 2 AM by Paige Mongon
As a high school teenager, I run off of the adrenaline that can only be accompanied by two and a half hours of sleep. The kind of adrenaline which numbs your mind while your body goes through all the motions of a normal day, a strange surge of energy that keeps you miraculously upright despite lacking well over 6 hours of sleep you should have had. Once upon a time, such a sleep schedule would have been ludicrous to me. Granted, that was when I still had a legitimate "bedtime" but nonetheless, I remember the summer days when I went to bed with the dying sun tossing playful shadows across my bookshelf. Though my memory isn't the best the further back you probe into my younger years, I distinctly recall the time back in third grade when my seatmate tapped me on my shoulder during a lull in the class period. "Guess what?" he demanded, eyebrow quirked. I shrugged, my third-grade brain already wandering off to some mystical land as I doodled haphazardly ...