Have you all heard the ethical tale about Omelas, the town where everyone could be happy so long as one person was locked away and carried the burdens of everyone else? (The question posed by the tale was this: if you were there, would you stay, or would you leave? The evil catch of the story? Omelas is Salem O, backwards. Oooh.)

Anyway, with my school schedule the way it is, my Sundays are the day that bears the burden for the other days’ happiness. All of my homework comes due on Mondays, so I get six days of freedom followed by one day of hell—all courtesy of my complete inability to manage time. It sucks.

But it only sucks on Sunday.