When you realize you have no choice but to visit office hours and/or email your professor(s) because you have no idea what you’re doing——-despite convincing yourself you could do it on your own.
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But your professor refuses to give you straightforward answers and leaves you more confused than before.
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When the work you had all semester to do starts piling up and you try to justify your procrastination———only to conclude there’s no reason why you shouldn’t have it done.
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And your friends don’t buy your pity party and fail to sympathize with you.
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When you force yourself to find somewhere you will focus and get work done.
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But then you find every single thing distracting.
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Then you notice your wardrobe has consisted of the same three sweatshirts and pair of leggings all week.
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When anyone close to you tells you anything good about their lives.
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But then you expect them to make you feel better over the weekend.
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When your stomach rumbles so loudly in class that everyone singles you out.
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And you finally recognize that you’ve been so busy you’ve missed two meals.
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When your parents call you and ask how you’re holding up.
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Then you hang up the phone and look into the mirror.
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When you’re anxious to know your grades on your procrastinated assignments/exams and finally get them back.
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But celebrate anyway because you made it out alive.