Between late nights spent in the library and early morning classes fueled by coffee, I dream about a weekend filled with relaxation. Here is my recipe for the perfect Sunday. 

First, wake up at 9 a.m., after a solid eight hours of sleep and no alarm. You’re the first of your roommates to wake up. Then comes the obligatory 15 minutes of scrolling, feeling no guilt about messing up your circadian rhythm by opening your phone immediately after waking up. After a successful climb down from your lofted bed without hurting yourself, you turn on the coffee machine that you remembered to set up the night before. Your roommates follow and you make a family breakfast usually reserved for Pinterest boards and pretentious TikToks. 

As you get ready, maintenence finally comes to fix your sink, and you have hot water for the first time in a week. By 10:30 a.m. you are meeting a friend to go to the Old Market. You buy a bouquet of flowers for your dorm without considering if they are overpriced.  

A weekend Target trip is next on the to-do list. Magically, there’s no line to check out and you spend a very reasonable amount of money on a very reasonable amount of groceries. 

Next up is the best part of the day: Brandeis brunch! You enjoy the first fresh fruit you have had all week before walking over to Harper for a study session. A huddle room, miraculously empty, paired with a Harper Starbucks makes for the best lock-in session of your week. You write the greatest COM 101 discussion post the world has ever seen. 

By 6 p.m. you are back home. Your roommate has set up a pasta night; you get to carb load post-gym while listening to them discuss their outfits for a date party next weekend. The caffeine from your mid-morning Starbucks is still going strong, so you gather your laundry, completely confident that there will be an open machine — and you’re right. You’re cozy on the sofa, watching your favorite NFL team win as you fold your clothes before the sun even sets. 

You spend an hour silently scrolling with your roommates, sending each other TikToks without ever speaking. Just as you read your last Fizz post, an Outlook notification causes a momentary panic, but you find an announcement that your 8 a.m. class the next morning is canceled. Finally, after one last successful climb back into the lofted bed, you are ready to go to sleep before midnight for the first time all week.