It’s that time of the semester when procrastinating for two hours in your dorm will still save you more time than trying to find a spot in the library. You eat Powerberries from Trader Joes thinking they will actually provide you with the power to write an essay, when really you’re just starving at 3 AM and have nowhere left to turn. It is 90 degrees outside and you’re convinced the sweat that just dripped from your thigh contained all that was left of your motivation. Time is irrelevant. One episode of Courage the Cowardly Dog turns into six. Two hours in the library turns into ten. It’s Finals Week.
Seven hours ago I took a study break. It is now 3:11 AM and I...Read More