During the week, I can’t sleep enough. During the weekend, I won’t sleep enough. The perpetual cycle of college sleeplessness is getting me already.
And so it begins all over again.
That’s what we tell ourselves, that’s what we tell ourselves…
Help I don’t think I can do this going to class thing again.
~6 hours of sleep —> wake up at 9 AM —> abstract algebra review session —> grab coffee —> HW —> gym —> study time —> —> —> waste copious amounts of time amidst all the studying —> —> —> sleep.
Hello, finals.
It’s that time of the semester again.
I wrote a short story in which I gave myself a constraint: it had to be 26 paragraphs long, and the first sentence had to be _ is for ___ where the first blank was for a letter of the alphabet and the second one was for a word that began with the letter and had some (non-obvious) connection to the rest of the paragraph. It was way better received than I expected it to be, which is always lovely.
In other news, T is for Tuesday is for freedom.
Abstract algebra will be the death of me.
I’ve always taken being a student for granted, but doing no work (seriously, nada) for a week and now being forced to immediately snap back into the flow of things made me realise that apart from deadlines and midterms and the ever-growing pile of work, there are certain joys that only my current lifestyle can provide me.
Eating cake for breakfast, bouncing up and down on an air mattress and acting more immature than a seven-year-old with an unlimited supply of candy, having conversations where four people speak four different languages and no one can understand each other, convincing people to buy me a square foot of land in each of their home cities, staying out till 4am and crashing in club clothes and waking up six hours later and hustling to the library and feeling oh so grown up and responsible and proud.
All with no judgment.
Screw the real world; college should never end.
(Relative) Freedom
Oh my god lying in bed reading for pleasure oh my god is this actually happening?
