Schools are always full of sick kids. I mean that literally. College students are stressed, sleep-deprived, and living off canned soup and instant ramen. Then, they get crammed into little classrooms together, where they spend hours coughing and sneezing and trying to understand the exact mechanism of a Hell-Vollard-Zelinsky reaction (whatever that is). Combine that with the freezing, bipolar weather of the US Northeast and you’ve got a recipe for disaster.
And I’m part of the problem. I think I’ve been sick lately. Seriously! Call me a hypochondriac, but I’ve been kind of “off” for the last few months. This semester has been unlike any semester I’ve been through before.
You see, before, I was like this:
Now, I’m like this.
Before, I used to be on top of my game.
Now, I’m at the bottom of the 9th inning with 4800 words to go.
I used to never skip class.
But this semester, I actually skipped a class. Once. Alright, I’m a huge nerd.
Maybe I’m getting old. I used to be able to run on five hours of sleep per night.
Now, I need to sleep. Like, all the time. I even have favorite spots to take naps on campus.
It’s getting ridiculous. When I went home for Thanksgiving break, I was hoping it would go like this:
Instead, it was like this:
I kid you not. On my first evening home, I immediately took a three hour nap. I woke up, attempted to study for about 15 minutes, then went back to bed for another 12 hours.
What is happening? I used to freak out when assignments piled up.
As for my grades?
Basically, I give ZERO F#CKS. About ALL the things.
What is the deal?
Some kids get the flu. Some kids get a cold. I’ve been stricken with the most common illness among college seniors…
Oh, no! This can’t be! Not the dreaded senioritis! There has to be some sort of treatment, right? I consulted the source of all knowledge, Urban Dictionary.
Looks like I have another semester before I fully recover. Until then…
Is it Christmas yet?