Once the Christmas lights are up, it starts– that aching, throbbing pain in my heart and mind. Then the Christmas music starts playing on every radio station, and I get that worrying that I left the oven on except that I don’t have an oven because I live in a dorm room.
Finally, people start wishing me a Merry Christmas, and I realize what that horrible, sinking feeling has been: It’s the week before exams. And that either means that the A’s and B’s that I have worked my ass off for the last 17 weeks are about to disappear, or that I will see how long the human body can function without sleep.
So wish me luck Crasstalk, and I’ll see you when my life is my own again.
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