It’s Sunday morning, the sun is shining, I have slept until noon… life is great. Then, I begin to realize that the next time I wake up to the sun shining, it won’t be such a pleasant feeling. We all know that dreadful feeling we get when we wake up on Sunday morning and realize that our weekend is almost over.
There will be another dreadful five-day cycle of class, stress, and no sleep. This, my fellow readers, is known as the “Sunday Blues.” Also, according to the Huffington Post, I’m not the only one with the “Sunday Blues”. I, among 78 percent of other Americans, also experience this.
It’s like Sunday is just a day off in itself to mentally prepare myself for the week ahead. I sit there in my Minnie Mouse pajama’s, troll hair, and raccoon eyes from the makeup I had on the night before and contemplate my life.
I sit in my bed and contemplate if I have to go to school tomorrow, if I have to go to college, if I have to read those 45 chapters for history. Obviously, I do; I just don’t want to do it. What happened to the weekends being a small break from the real world, my real life, and my real responsibilities?
I thought the weekend was a mental break so I don’t have a nervous breakdown during the week. Nope. I was so wrong. Instead of my Sunday being about relaxation, I have a million thoughts going through my head and the long list of things I need to get done.
As many of us college kids can relate, we have a list of homework that never ends. There is always something we can do academically. Even after I finish everything that’s due, I still have to study, read ahead, or rewrite some of my notes.
There is never an “I’m done”, college wise, until after final exam week. I spend my Sunday stressing and thinking about the things I need to get done within the next week. It’s almost like I have an hourglass sitting in front of me and I am watching the sand slowly pass from one end to other.
Once it gets to that end, my day has ended. My day of wishful thinking that it was Saturday is over, my day of stress is about to begin, and my mind is filled with everything except relaxation. Right now, I am scheduling around my days to see when, and if, I have some relaxation time this week.
After thinking about what I have to get done, I decide what I need to tackle today. So no, Sunday is not part of my weekend. Instead, it’s a day that I use to study and do as much homework as I can.
Only difference from Sunday and Monday is that I have to spend part of my day in a classroom listening to a professor telling me what else I should add to the list of things to do. Sunday’s are depressing, to be completely honest.
I don’t want to get back to the real world. It’s bittersweet because my weekend is not yet over, but at the same time it’s so close to being over I can’t help but want to press rewind on the remote control of life. So, let’s take a moment on our Sunday’s to take a breath. Our Sunday should not be so depressing.
I always try to make the best of my Sunday by watching my favorite shows, eating breakfast in bed, and sitting in my Minnie Mouse pajamas. The “Sunday Blues” are real; let’s hope a cure is found soon.
Susy Macias
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