If you attend a university that uses the quarter system, then you know that winter quarter is the quarter we prefer not to talk about. Winter quarter is the rich aunt that voted for Trump – we let her be a part of our lives but we’re not particularly fond to admit it. For those of you who enjoy the luxury of a semester system, these random song lyrics will sum up our pain for you.
“Lately I, I’ve been headed for a breakdown, every time I leave my house.”
Seasonal Affective Disorder is real, yo.
“I wanna get off, but I keep riding the ride.”
We’ve all felt the urge to drop out of a class, but somehow never brought ourselves to do it. Lana gets it.
“I’ve been up late nights, staring at the street lights.”
Maybe I haven’t been up all night; it’s hard to tell when the street lights come on at 4 p.m. and don’t turn off until 8 a.m.
“There will be mountains you won’t move.”
One of them is having perfect attendance in your 8 a.m. lecture, and that’s OK.
“I hate to see your eyes get darker as they close, but I’ve been there before.”
The bags under my eyes are designer, I promise.
“I don’t even know myself at all / gotta let it happen, just let it happen.”
Sometimes the Only hope of passing your winter classes is to “let it happen.” There is only so much control we have over how this quarter will end.
“She fooled me twice and it's all my fault, yeah.”
When your 8 a.m. prof says that three tardies count as one absence…
