The Night Before Finals Week
I plopped onto my bed, arguing with my drooping eyelids. I squinted at the words in my heavy stats book that at eleven o'clock at night seemed to be shrinking into the glossy paper on which they were written. My fear of unpreparedness the only thing keeping my zombie of a body from slumping back against my tantalizing pillow, I began to study. Every minute spent awake seemed to pass like an hour. Finally I felt as though my mind would retain the information I had poured into it like a paper cup: not for long, but long enough. As I prepared to pass out, something sparked in me a little paranoid thought: I still needed to write my poetry blog. I pulled out my iPod as I thought to myself, "Wow... This is going to be a long week."
It has already been a long week!!
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