When I left for college, I was prepared for long classes and short nights; pop quizzes and final exams. I was even prepared for ping pong tournaments and foosball duels. But I wasn’t prepared for exhaustion. I don’t remember most of the first few months of my freshman year because I couldn’t stay awake through them. I kept falling asleep. I fell asleep during class, during my job orientation, during prayer meetings, in the Wendy’s drive-thru, even in traffic, even in church—a Pentecostal church. Sorry, Pastor.