A girl in my class was singing along to Taylor Swifts “22” and when she got to, “I don’t know about you, I’m feeling..” I could not help but think I’m feeling crippling depression and stress. That may be a little dramatic, but I thought it was funny. When they said the 5th semester was going to be my hardest semester during the program I believed it, and they were certainly right. I have my research paper due in a week, then the week after two presentations, along with two other group projects that have to be submitted by mid December and two exams to study for. Oh! Did I mention I’m also looking for a compulsory internship next semester so I’ve been applying to companies and going to interviews too? Being a procrastinator at heart, I have found refuge in Netflix. However, this morning I woke with my headphones wrapped around my neck. I’m taking that as a sign that I should get my shit together and somehow find a way to tell Netflix (and myself) we need some space. In the meantime I will begrudgingly be in the library with a slightly unkempt look and eyes that flicker between “I got this” and “help”. Unfortunately for my readers, you will not see any pictures of different places I am visiting like some of my other colleagues, but instead picture my caffeine of choice, notes scattered around, and a computer screen staring back. On the day my paper is due, I may or may not be green with envy and bitter that my friends and family back home will be celebrating thanksgiving. I expect many snapchats of their food, and they should expect a large amount of missed FaceTime video requests. Pray for my sanity, Tschüss!
