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You know them, you dread them, you skip them, but they are the best part of my day. I am talking about the lovely eight a.m. classes, people! I love them and think it is important that you distinguish the stigma from circumstance and ponder this mystery. Disregard the notion of “morning person” or “night owl” and think about this statement: morning classes are universally better for you. Imagine stepping out of your dorm, smelling the morning dew, bright-eyed and bushy tailed for your class! Seeing the campus fill with students as the morning warriors march to class with a gleam of excitement in our eyes fills me with motivation. We are not yet tired from our arduous schedule and are at the peak of our intellectual strength. And when we are done with our scholarly success in the midmorning, we have the rest of the day to indulge in any activities we want – the world is our oyster!
Henry David Thoreau wrote in his novel Walden, “Every morning was a cheerful invitation to make my life of equal simplicity, and I may say innocence, with Nature herself” (1027). While my American Literature professor may think that has a more literary meaning, I say it suggests a simple message. When we wake up in the morning we have the chance to start fresh and sincere, and at the same time, we are able to immerse ourselves in a world from which we are so often disconnected. So the next time you wake up and think to yourself, “I have to trudge to class on this grim morning,” I offer a different thought. On your way to class, instead of looking your phone, look around at your surroundings and smile as you march towards knowledge.