As of Nov. 6, my body and I have no idea what is going on.

 

We no longer walk to 8 a.m. classes stumbling around in the dark of night. Instead, we are blinded by enthusiastic rays of sunshine as we step out the door.

 

There is no gradual wakening-up that occurs slumped over a computer half an hour into a lecture. Our comfortable haze of sleep-induced calm is destroyed the moment it hits us.

 

The sun means business and it demands we adopt a corresponding mindset.

 

My body and I no longer understand when it is acceptable to eat.

 

As we return home from a long day of academic adventures, we have only one inquiry we wish to solve. Why on earth is the moon out before we have been given the chance to have some supper?

 

It just doesn’t feel right to dine in the moonlight.

 

We find ourselves in bed before Gossip Girl comes on and when someone asks us for the time, our estimates fall far past midnight.

 

Daylight savings time, you are not for the faint of heart.

 

We understand it will take a week or two till we have grown accustomed. We recognize that it’s truly in everyone’s best interest.

 

However, to be honest, we genuinely do not like you.