Remember when we genuinely HAD to study, were forced to finish those dissertations and pained ourselves cramming academic knowledge into our Jägermeister-stained grey matter? Every hand-in was completed literally minutes before the deadline and extra research was a definite no-no. After all that time-wasting, whats the very thing we love now? Books! Learning! Education! In fact, were fretful that we dont have enough life to consume them all and digest all the juicy, wonderful bits of information they withhold. Why oh why didnt we read more when we had the time, please?