Eda Aker, Andrew Cramer, Keenan Miller, Sofia Rabbani, Kayla Yup, and Laura Zeng November 5, 2021 at 12:23 AM

Where did Yale take a nap? Most of the time, not in your own bedroom. Yale is very busy, Yale doesn't have enough sleep, and Yale does everything on campus—except staying in his own room. We asked WKND employees about their nap habits. The following is their response. 

The upper bunk bed of the small L-Dub double room is too high to climb. The residents of L-Dub who enter and exit my entrance are naturally connected by this common pain. The perfect nap place for me will allow me to avoid my bed, but will meet other L-Dub residents. For this reason, it is planted in the L-Dub courtyard.

There are four principles for taking a nap before my English class: find an empty bench, preferably without the weird black bag at Yale Camp, spray it with insect repellent, randomly play Spotify’s "TrenChill KR&B" playlist, and then write "as" OK" on my eyes. The unfortunate sun reminded me that this is a carefully arranged GCal nap at 2pm, and my pillow is a composition notebook. 

I usually can't sleep on this bench. But the energy of L-Dub—from eavesdropping on daytime chats around me to hugging other children exiled to LDub—makes my daydreams full of chaotic sweetness. At first I chose to take a nap here, because the old campus is the only place where "stupid freshman" is the norm. But now, closing my eyes and pretending that everything about L-Dub is cold, I feel very thoughtful. In the eyes of the constant craziness of the first year at Yale University, my wooden bench couldn't be more comfortable.

After a year of distance learning, my first face-to-face course taught me one thing: nap is directly related to becoming a better student. In the first five rows of my 200-person economics lecture, at least one student always takes a nap when he knows that our professor is watching. The napers in the class are undoubtedly the smartest students. They have mastered the basic knowledge of economics-resource and time allocation. They used the warmth in the classroom instead of the numbing wind outside to sleep peacefully with the dim yellow lights in the hall. Especially on Thursday, when the pressure of working and going to Woads is increasing, I can't help but sigh the waves of shaking my head. Half of it is about the professor's views on asset management, and the other half is for the young chicken's dream. 

I strongly oppose a nap. Since reading "Pride and Prejudice" in 10th grade, I haven't taken a nap. 

But I must admit that I recently took a nap at the Irving S. Gilmore Music Library. This is not intentional. This is a long day and I am watching the CS50 lecture. I feel my eyes become heavy. My recliner feels very comfortable. The next thing I know is that I wake up in a daze and look around to understand my surroundings.

My first thought was that I really wish I didn't snore in that strange and quiet place. Oh, shame! But I must admit that although I usually wake up from a nap feeling groggy, but this time, it regained vitality. I feel great. I even like the rest of the CS50 lecture. 

Despite this, I still insist on my anti-nap conviction. This is a one-off phenomenon, this glorious nap. But for all my friends who take a nap, maybe I won't be so harsh on you anymore.

I wrote it after waking up in the student lounge of the Humanities Courtyard.

I feel lost but refreshed. I think when I woke up I found someone looking at me with dirty eyes, maybe it was because I took up one of the best places to study here to take a nap. I don't feel guilty. If they want it, they should get here early. You doze, you lose, right?

I stubbornly hate caffeine and often suffer from insomnia. Therefore, when Hypnos calls, no matter where I am, I am usually eager to respond. I took a nap on the floor of the Irving S. Gilmore Music Library. Curled up on a chair, bending over the hexagonal cubicle tables in the Bath library. It was draped on the table, placed high on four or five chairs, and the chairs were pushed together in the humanistic courtyard. Sit upright on the sofas in the cafeteria and common room at Davenport College. In Silliman College Library and Stacks. My friend has repeatedly threatened me to make an album, which is full of photos of me taking a nap. For better or worse, they have a lot of content to use. 

The strangest thing about my naps is their time-they happen between midnight and 3 am, which is out of necessity. 

They vary in length. Sometimes I cannot keep a nap, but wake up in panic. Sometimes, I wake up in bed in the wee hours of the morning and follow a five-minute timer to complete my homework. Sometimes, I suddenly slept for two hours in the classroom of the humanities courtyard, and when I woke up, I felt sleepy and lost my way.

The last nap was last week. I woke up at 2:30 in the morning and found that my roommate and I were asleep on the sofa in the Saybrook common room-we were not in Saybrook.

The system is working most of the time, but I cannot say that it is the most enjoyable. So far, my best nap at Yale was the one I slept on a bench in the courtyard of Morse College in the afternoon. Midnight naps happen because they need them, but I really should start more daytime naps for pure happiness.

Ah, nap. Even when I want to take a nap but the nap does not want to take me, there is always a certain sacredness in the attempt itself. When I was growing up, the nap time was set by teachers and parents at first, but it was quickly used as a pastime by my own organization. Now, it is one of the important pillars of my personality. A nap is an elegant method of procrastination, an excuse to protect privacy, and a psychologically comforting "solution" that can solve the problem of frequent lack of sleep and intentional indulgence. Sleeping at night is a must, but taking a nap during the day is an option and therefore more powerful. Nap is flexible, adaptable and always available, which is exactly the kind of relationship that Yali often seeks. Your nap on any day is what you do, with no further expectations. You can choose whether to lose consciousness deeply. You can meditate for a few minutes, or rest for a few hours. The possibilities are limitless, and they all have advantages-there is no limit to the generosity of a nap.