Right now, I'm sitting behind the dining hall trying to simultaneously shove a sandwich down my throat and write this article in the half-hour window I have between work and class today. Kind of sums up my week. With exams less than a week away, all of the end-of-semester assignments are becoming due at an alarming rate.

It's April, and now I have to complete all the assignments that when they were assigned, I thought "Oh! It's due in April! I've got time on time." Tragic. I haven't left the library before midnight yet this week, and I likely won't until exams are over. I am exhausted.

Matter of fact, I'm beyond exhausted. At this point, I'm just running on the fumes of gas long burnt off, and staying awake only through extreme caffeine intake. Balancing work, class, and extracurriculars is no easy feat, and it's been impossible these past seven days. Work goes until class, class goes until meetings, meetings last until late, and suddenly Davis is telling me I need to migrate to the UL in order to continue my late-night library usage. I haven't been to the gym, residual allergies have me sniffling through lectures, and the bags under my eyes could carry a week's worth of groceries (reference below).

Me, recently risen from the grave, aka a Davis couch that was kind enough to provide me a place to pass out for a few hours in order to summon the energy to do econ.Zoë Clay

But! While this current existence is draining and unsustainable, it's in no way representative of the year I've spent here at UNC. I am absolutely in love with my school, and college is the best conglomeration of friends, freedom, and learning.

Not easy, but well worth the work and infinitely rewarding. So, while I may be missing my weekly Zumba classes and cursing the twelve-page paper I was forced to write in 14 hours, I am beyond excited for the fall semester to begin, and to welcome a new group of first-years to this crazy place that I'm grateful to call home.