I love sleep. I do some of my best think lying in my bed with three comfortable, puffy pillows by my side. That may sound strange, but ideas just come to me while I lie under my cozy down blanket with my Japanese buckwheat pillow supporting the contour of my lop sided head. Sleep gives me a sense of security and comfort. To me, sleep is death without the responsibility.
             I could talk about the accomplishments I have done, and brag on and on. But I believe that sleep is far more important. Sometimes I get the feeling that some people my age don¡t appreciate sleep. They are too consumed with their time that they find little time to sleep. It¡s a lifelong activity that affects how I behave around other people, and how I feel about myself. I see too many of my friends fall asleep in class; they claim that their active lives take away their sleep. How active are they sleeping in class bobbing their head up and down in a jerky motion, trying to stay awake?
             I use to be like them too. During my sophomore year, with swim practice and an additional Tae Kwon Do class on the side, I would stay up late into the night to finish my schoolwork. Thinking that if I sacrificed a few hours of sleep I would be able to keep up. However, it would only make things worse. With only 5-6 hours of sleep, I had little energy during school hours and had a hard time absorbing the materials being taught. I sought help from school tutoring programs and kept staying up into the night. It was a deadly cycle that got me nowhere. Then one day, everything changed.
             I remember one time I had four hours of sleep and went to school the next morning half dead. I made a fatal mistake of falling asleep in my chemistry class. What followed was hell.
             Walking in the halls with my head down and my eyes barely opening like someone in my family had just passed away, I slowly managed to get to my second period chemistry class. It took all my energy to kee...