By: Quinn Hathaway

Media Production Editor

Is Sunday the beginning or the end of the week? That is the question in the discussion around Sunday’s position in the seven-day week. Regardless, whether Sunday ends the week or starts the week, it is the cusp of a new era of pain. Get ready for a shockingly accurate description of the eve of the school week and what all students could agree is a day that expects just too much of you. 

You wake up to your phone alarm blaring at its maximum volume at anywhere from 8:00 AM to 11:00 AM, depending on how motivated you felt the night before. Groggily, you smash the snooze button and consequently sleep through the snoozed alarm for about five minutes before giving up, shutting it off, and finally rolling out of bed. Thoughts of productivity long abandoned, you slide back into bed and scroll on your preferred social media platform for about an hour. 

Now it is about noon, and lunch is sounding most appealing. Because you have procrastinated on your homework for the entire weekend, it is now time to multitask. What establishment could you potentially do homework at while simultaneously chowing down on some overpriced carbs? Yep, that’s right, head on over to your local Starbucks, where the barista most likely knows you by name because of how much you frequent the table next to the charger.

Immediately after arriving at Starbucks, things are looking up when your mobile order is waiting for you, and a table near an outlet is available. Yet you encounter the first roadblock when you find your AirPods are dead, and the espresso machine is whirring loudly while some Lululemon-clad middle school girls are gossiping obnoxiously at the table next to you. Spirits low, you sip your iced chai pumpkin latte in hopes of restoring any shred of motivation and start the homework that sounds the least taxing. 

Approximately two hours later, all that is going to get done has been done, and you head home. The next part of the day varies; maybe you have sports practice, tutoring, work, or some random inconvenient task. Regardless, dinner sounds very appetizing, but is ruined when you enter the kitchen to a terrifying scene: behold, the dreaded Crockpot, which has been simmering away all day. You see some form of meat, probably overcooked, but somehow is your parents’ pride and joy. With a sigh, you sit down and paste on a fake smile and pretend to enjoy the unpleasant concoction before you.

The informal period of “Sunday night bedrot” follows the conclusion of dinner: a period of anywhere from 45 minutes to several hours of doom scrolling on TikTok, stressing about the homework you aren’t doing, and trying not to fall asleep. The day culminates with a final push of productivity, about 15 minutes long, with frustration cutting this work period by giving up on school entirely and tucking yourself into bed at about 11:30. Sweet dreams, thinking about a 6:45 AM wakeup and the entire school week in front of you!