In today’s edition of a series of completely ridiculous, and wildly unanticipated international student problems— Staff Writer Panu Hejmadi brings you topical worries about Daylight Savings Time.

I know what you’re thinking. What’s the biG dEaL about daylight savings time, Panu? All you have to do is move your clocks by an hour, sleep an hour less for a single day, and rinse and repeat six months later, yay! No, not yay. If you’re like me and you live 9 (and a whole half) hours ahead of New York City—albeit, in a country that does not implement daylight savings: the journey of coming to terms with this convoluted concept can be a deeply challenging one.

For one, literally nobody seemed to be able to tell me whether this means I’d have to move my clocks forward or backwards by an hour. Although I can now reliably say—from my own top-notch research— that everything would shift to an hour earlier than before, the amount of effort it took me to reach that conclusion is very embarrassing and makes me resent the whole enterprise altogether. Also, my brain had developed a connoisseur’s instinct at converting my local time to Eastern Standard Time— and its very sad that we will now have to bid goodbye to one of her few talents in the wake of the changing timezone.

Also, I should add that I have a writing class at five in the morning. You heard that right, F-I-V-E in the not-so-bright and not-so-sunny parts of the morning. Still, it’s an incredible class, and totally worth the inhumane wake-up time. But good ol’ daylight savings time would turn it into a 4 am class! If anyone knows where and how we can collect medals for the Worst Possible Time To Get An Education, please contact me immediately.

And I have to get rid of that adorable little timetable I made to help me keep track of my schedule! Puffy stickers are a finite resource on this planet and I really don’t appreciate having to procure new ones, Benjamin Franklin. Why can’t I make corrections to the old timetable you ask? Because, art.

But the thing that annoys me the most is the fact that nobody warned me that this was coming. I think Columbia should put up a giant banner on the directory of classes about daylight savings time. It could even be in riddle form: BEWARE OF THE CHANGING TIDES IN THE BEGINNING OF WINTER. Or something even more cryptic: Why did the international student cross over to the dark side?

Anyhow, even if this article hasn’t really contributed to your day in any way, let me leave you with a little piece of advice that might help:

Remember, remember, the first of November.

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