Sundays are the quiet eye of the storm before the tornado-like activity of the week picks up again, flinging people between classes in Political Science and Molecular Biology and 
Foucault’s Philosophy to the dining hall, a lecture on Physics, a concert in Donovan’s Pub, a choir rehearsal, a Club Hockey rally, a fraternity or sorority meeting, a chance to do volunteer work downtown, a ߲ݴý Activities Board meeting to plan upcoming Winterfest activities, e-mail, e-mail, there’s an a capella concert tonight before ‘The Bachelorette”
That’s why I spend the majority of my Sunday on the couch with a book and highlighter in hand.