The good ol' nap. I'm not sure about you, but my naps over the years have had an evolution. They started when I was little and I would be so ensconced in a game of Checkers or Uncle Wiggly with my pap, and then it would suddenly be nap time. I never understood why I had to nap and he was able to stay up and read the newspaper.

If it was light outside, I didn't think napping was appropriate. I went through the majority of elementary and middle school without napping, and I felt as if I really needed one at lunch in high school. But now, I am happy to say, I am enjoying my naps whenever I please.

Dear Naps,

I do not know what I would do without you. This semester has been tough, and it is safe to say that without you, I may not have gotten through it. You were there on my five-class-Mondays when I was excited to have another one behind me, you were there at 10 am after biology when I was exhausted from the information, and most of all, you were there after dinner dates with my roommate when we were both in a coma. I do not know how I will ever repay you.

If you asked my roommate, she would say that I talked about you endlessly. She was respectful enough to hardly ever wake me up from my much-awaited nap, and she accepted me practically being a koala from Monday to Friday. Sometimes, we would go to the library to study, and you would be waiting there for me, in the little cubicle. I wasn't the most comfortable nap, but it got the job done.

Even coffee couldn't stop you. Dunkin' Donuts coffee was easy, I could take a nap right after that with no problem. However, you had to put up a fight against Starbucks. Even the three shots of espresso couldn't stop you. You powered through and I was always asleep for a few hours after my long psychology class.

As the next semester approaches and I have planned my new schedule, I want you to know that you have to be forgotten. As I see how my classes are spaced out, I have made time each day for you. Thank you so much for all of your support.

All my love,

Ellie