I open the Starbucks app to be greeted by my 138 stars that are waiting to be redeemed. As usual, I order the same drink every week. As lengthy and pricey as my order is, it gives me motivation to finish my week’s worth of homework all in one day. I open my backpack and lighten the load by taking out the folders and notebooks I know I won’t touch today as I wait for Louisa to make the treacherous forty-five second drive from her house to mine.
As usual, we embark on our Sunday adventure an hour later than we had originally planned the night before – whether it be because I was in the middle of vacuuming my room, Louisa slept in, or her mom took the car to Fresh Thyme for the world’s most prolonged grocery run. As she pulls into my cul-de-sac, I press order on the app and watch 8 stars get added to my point collection: one for every dollar I have spent.
By the time we arrive at Washington & Ogden, our drinks are ready at the counter and we get settled into what would be our residence for the next few hours.
We have been doing this for about a year now. It’s become our habit to devote our Sundays to studying. Whether we are catching up on homework assignments from last week or writing our college apps that are not due for months, we always find a way to fill up the eight hours that we spend with each in the most productive way possible. I find comfort and security in the fact that every Sunday I have a routine that helps me reset after the strenuous week; it helps relieve the burden and stress that school causes Monday through Saturday. It reminds me that humans are creatures of habit and patterns are solutions for the eccentricity that life brings. We find relief when there is minimal change. Every Sunday, I know exactly where I am going to be and who I am going to be with. I know that whether I have a good or bad week, I still have Louisa and my drink waiting to hear all about it at 9am (but it becomes 10 am because we have developed the inability to do anything on time).
Our friends and family know Sunday is Meg & Louisa day. That’s why my mom, who is ever so persistent about knowing where I am and who I am with at all times, never asks those questions on Sunday even though I am out of the house from the morning till evening. That’s why our friends know that if they are making plans with one of us on Sunday, they will be seeing both of us. As a consequence, Sunday is also the day when my credit card is swiped, inserted, and tapped the most. It’s the day when my Venmo notifications completely fill up my inbox. After all, how can Louisa and I have a productive studying day if we didn’t get Starbucks, boba, Cane’s, and stop by Target to see which useless purchase to make this week?
All jokes aside, I promise we work really hard. As two students who have been in the honors program for as long as we can remember, Louisa and I push each other to be the best students we can possibly be. We hold each other accountable and promise silly rewards for completing tasks in what we deem is a timely manner. We have learnt how to push ourselves and reward ourselves, and we somehow managed to make studying feel gratifying.
Sunday has become my favorite day of the week even though I consider preparing for the SAT and reading my economics textbook anything but fun. It is my favorite day of the week because I know the only thing I have to do that day is spend time with my person, someone who understands me and exactly the kind of support I need as I transition from one busy week into another. Someone who helps me achieve all of my goals even though she enables my unhealthy spending habits. I guess no one can be 100% perfect.
Thank you, Louisa Zhang.