In a sense, I’m perfectly fine. In a more real sense, I’m not.
Allow me to give a brief and (hopefully) relatable explanation. I was ahead of schedule for the first day of the semester; then the second day hit and it has been a long, painful fall ever since. Finals always forces me to reflect on how the heck I've gotten through an entire semester feeling like it was still the first week of classes, and looking back, it's all just a whirlwind of dragging myself to early morning lectures in a groggy and impersonal state, late nights filled of stress eating and failed attempts and homework assignments, and a whole lot of midterms.
I’m not sure exactly what happened to the rest of the months of October and November (I must have blacked out from the extreme acceleration), but I can only hope I absorbed some kind of information from my classes or these next two weeks of rapid-fire exams are going to be even worse than I thought.
This last little push is going to be okay, though, because I've already done intensive damage control to prepare. I’ve got a chocolate stash of a year’s worth of chocolate, just to be safe, the ultimate good vibe playlist of all playlists, speed dials for late night pizza and ice cream delivery shops, and plenty of Parks and Recreation episodes to help me continue delaying my inevitable doom and then to somehow help me recover from it, if that’s possible.
On a more academic note, I’ve got about 500 flashcards ready and waiting to be filled with all the information I may or may not manage to cram into my brain and piles upon piles of lecture print-outs to revisit. Now all there's left to do is hope my common sense will continue reminding me why no, I can’t just Uber to Logan International, buy the first ticket I can, and fly far away from this.
Wish me luck, my friends. The perfect storm awaits me.
