Panting you woke up in a pool of sweat, airpods under the bed, phone brightness on 100% with a college acceptance video playing. You just had a dreadful nightmare. What did you dream about? Rejection from Ivy Leagues. You know you haven’t even started applying for any yet right?
Monday morning your friends say “Woah you look different today ?” You reply “Really? I don't think so”. Little do they know you threw out all your shorts and lip-gloss and decided to tie your hair in two ponytails, Why? because Mrs Rodgers would love that. That's what Josephine did last year and she is the head girl. Your steady descent into sycophancy (essentially becoming a flatterer)
You’re the best saxophone player, you've won countless gold medals in swimming, basketball and hockey. You’re a member of 3 clubs and president of 4 more. Don't forget you have an Economics Olympiad at 2 pm tomorrow! Your friends tell you to slow down but you brush them off thinking. “They don't know what's at stake here, they'll never know?” All they can do is pray for you as they watch your steady descent into utter insanity.
“Joyce, don't forget to buy your sister a cake on your way home”. The text from your mum pops up at the top of your screen. You’re 4 minutes away from your front gate and you just remembered it's your sister's birthday.
Stop. Slow down. Take a breath. Then a deep one. Then allow a yawn. A more substantial yawn. Now lie down. Ease your tensed muscles. Close your eyes. Sleep.

You're not alone. This is the plight of many students, especially ambitious, intelligent IB students like you. Across the world expectation, pressure and aspirations form a deadly cocktail of constant chasing. Doing as many extracurriculars as you can get your hands on just to tick them off the box, boxes that in your mind stack up and form a ladder to undergraduate bliss.
According to the CDC, among high school students, Though this study was done in the United States, you are not oblivious to the fact. During the school year the question of “How to get 6 hours of sleep in a night" sounds like a mission for one of Agatha Christie’s detectives. 8 hours?! They are not solving that, not in one book at least.



