Remember quiet time in kindergarten? Cue the flashback.

The chosen ones entered the room with the little red wagon, full of milk. You consumed a carton with your buddies and passed out, holding your blankie close to your heart.

Well, guess what.

You're still that kid. I promise. And napping is still hip.

While the standard good night of sleep is always a hit, naps reinforce the importance of rest. Sometime while we weren't looking, the popularity of adults and afternoon naps drifted across the Atlantic, incorporating into college culture.

All, or most of Europe, naps. Students who have studied in Italy and France have said that "Europe is much more laid back about the napping ...." And there is, of course, the highly reputable Spanish siesta, famous in part for increasing work-time productivity.

We've got something to learn from these people.

And there is evidence to prove that we already have.

College students are the catnap connoisseurs of the world. If you haven't experienced the need for sleep, you've definitely seen it. Nappers are among the wisest of our peers.

They understand the greatness of sleep. Nappers shift their meetings and priorities; they make room in their day for the delicious nap. And they enjoy every unconscious second of it.

They venture gaily to their dorm rooms or their rented bungalows, kick off their shoes, and indulge. Sometimes they announce it to the world, away-message style. "Making out with my pillow," they proclaim, or something to the effect. They saunter out of class and shuffle to their beds, thinking all the while. Ah, yes. Back to bed it is.

Or they head for the nooks and crannies of the fabulously ripe Penn State campus with their intentions.

Not enough time for the long journey home? It's fine. You see it everywhere. Opportunities are abundant for on-campus napping.

All you need is the will.

I truly enjoy the kids who pass out in class. It's a true talent. Those little desks are hardly the standard of comfort. And it's rude to put your head down during lecture in a small class. No one will see if I close my eyes. And if so, they will not care. I do not care, they assert in self-convincing argument.

Man, to fall asleep sitting up. And sometimes snoring. So while this breaks up the monotonous scholarship a bit, I'd like to extend some advice for the very best on-campus napping experience.

The chairs of the HUB provide ample padding. Nappers face a window, bathed in sunlight, adorned with headphones, eyes closed. Very peaceful. I've also seen those clever nappers armed with coats and sweatshirts. Very resourceful.

The nooks and crannies of the enormous libraries are popular. Find an obsolete desk in the stacks. Grab a seat, lay your head on the flat wooden surface. Instant pleasure.

When the weather comes around, outside napping is particularly delightful. Sprawl out on a bench. It's all yours. And my personal favorite; the HUB lawn. Bookbag for a pillow, soak up some rays. Efficient.

Yet some students deprive themselves of sleep, or for the need to sleep all together, citing that sleep is for the lazy or the weak.

"I'll sleep when I'm dead," they sputter in their overachieving haste.

So you're highly motivated, always busy, then you're probably pretty classy. So are naps. And you deserve them the most.

I encourage you to find that magical spot. Set the alarm on your phone so you make it to class. You'll feel like a million bucks.

In a recent study, it was determined that sleep is a college student's best friend. Better than snow days. Better than free beer.

So what if the "study" was more like a conversation with friends. Through Facebook messages.

I'd like to utilize the words of one who is truly appreciative of the nap's indiscriminate timing, my buddy Sean. "My friends don't always understand my need for a nap. They ask why I can't just suck it up and go to the bar for a few hours. But in my state of slumber, the drinks are free."

I couldn't have said it better myself.

A recurrent opinion is that naps are necessary to "recharge," "rejuvenate," and "re-create." Indeed. What is the best barrier between a morning of classes and an afternoon of waitressing?

An afternoon of load bearing equations and shear stress -- and an evening of rugby practice? Sleep.

You emerge from slumber, a new woman, a new man, respectively.

Let's return to the kindergarten scene. A floor littered with empty cartons. An overturned milk cart. Snoring five-year-olds with milk breath, grinning foolishly.

Figuratively speaking, you so belong on that floor among the bodies and snotty blankets. Just a little bigger, maybe no milk breath.

Rediscover the innocent beauty of naptime. So your eyes are heavy, your notes are straying from their college-ruled boundaries. Wait until class ends.

Run to your magical place and accept defeat. Allow sleep to conquer your body.

You will never regret it.