Since the dawn of time ‘ and I’m talking all 14 billion years of it ‘ college students have been taught to live for the weekend. It has become natural for us to drudge through those five ungodly weekdays, just to have two days of unadulterated bliss.

So when I try to convince you all that we’ve had the system reversed this whole time, don’t have me burned at the stake for my most unholy blasphemy. I’m afraid of fire, anyway. I just think it should be the other way around.

Living ‘two for five’ seems like a strange worldview, I know. If this mentality was universal, there would be a ‘Weekday Warriors’ spread, filled with shots of miserable-looking students drowning in work and coffee. And it doesn’t really inspire.

But preferring your weekdays to weekends requires an open mind and a new perspective, so brace yourselves.

It’s not that I don’t enjoy the weekend. A time where I have no classes to attend or alarms to set is a pretty sweet deal. I get to watch football, eat a nice brunch or two (coincidentally, my favorite meal) and take pride in how absurd it is for me to get into the bars with the ID (expired in 2006) I show the bouncer.

With that said, I’ve always been a man of structure. The improvisational nature of a college weekend is overwhelming to me.

Not only is everything you do on the weekend subject to change at any time, but it’s the fact that your reliance on the decisions of others carries so much weight on any given weekend night. It unnerves me.

You want to start that pregame at 9 p.m., but your friends are still napping. You need to go catch that bus home, but that girl your roommate picked up is now vomiting behind Pasquale’s.

Lest we forget the crown jewel of god-awful weekend necessities: taxi drivers. No one leaves a schedule in shambles more than a cabbie.

Daytime isn’t much better. You sleep hours into the afternoon, only to discover that your friends are sleeping later than you. Whatever daytime you have left is wasted in solitude, screwing around and not doing your work. Before any time has passed at all, night has fallen again.

So what do the weekdays look like? Yes, you might have to wake up early, and of course you have to sit through class. But the weekdays have an unmatched structure.

I know my first class is at 10:05 a.m., then I’ll have lunch, then my second class, spend some time at the Glenn G. Bartle Library, go to my third class, have dinner and attend rehearsal to cap it off.

That schedule is so tight and solid, you’d be hard-pressed to not make a ‘that’s what she said’ joke after reading this paragraph.

The pressure is absent on weekdays. I know exactly what I should be doing, when I should be doing it and, if anything goes wrong, I have only myself to blame.

And who says weekdays can’t be fun? I get plenty of satisfaction from finishing a long, arduous paper or while reading outside and experiencing autumn between classes.

It also helps to be a TV junkie. Watching television on the weekend is just a bummer.

Perhaps it’s a result of my lifestyle choices that I feel the way I do about the weekend. Not everyone enjoys structure the way I do, and so be it. Not everyone has the scheduling tact that I have, and that’s OK too.

But for too long, the midweek has gotten a bad rap. We’re all so quick to heed Loverboy’s words and ‘work for the weekend.’ Maybe a reversal of attitude is in order.