March 7, 2013
I was talking with my mother earlier today, when she asked me that ever-typical question: “what are you doing later this evening?”
“Just some work,” I responded. “But I have an exam at 7.”
“You do?! That seems far too late,” she responded. She was utterly shocked that I could sit through a test that late at night.
I am decidedly a morning person. Admittedly, I need a few cups of coffee to fully wake up. But once I’ve had my share of caffeine, my mind is clear and crisp. I am filled with the promise of a new day and eager for work. There is practically no limit to what I can accomplish in the early morning.
But as the day drags on my thoughts become sluggish; my mind adopts the lazy pace of the afternoon. As the sun dips below the horizon, I lose practically all focus—the rest of nature has gone to sleep, why can’t I? I shrink before the pile of work sitting atop my desk.
I force myself to rally against fatigue, to get excited about schoolwork. Why else am I at Hamilton, but to study? With an infusion of enthusiasm and adrenaline – and maybe just one more cup of coffee – I attack my work. Thus enlivened, the night becomes a whole new realm of possibilities. I write one assignment, then another—before I know it, most of my homework is all done.
Nighttime exams, however, are an even bigger mental challenge. They require lasting effort—hours of uninterrupted concentration. I follow the same strategy: get ready, get excited! In the minutes leading up to the test, I build up my adrenaline and confidence. This is nothing, I can do this! Then, I attack the exam; before I know it, it’s over.
Majors: Government and Economics (intended)
Activities: Cross Country, Debate Society
Favorite Pastimes: Late-night Diner breakfast, reading the paper in KJ through the morning, wandering the Root Glen and sipping a latte from Cafe Opus.
Hometown: Newfane, Vt.
High School: Concord Academy