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.
But your professor refuses to give you straightforward answers and leaves you more confused than before.
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.
And your friends don’t buy your pity party and fail to sympathize with you.
When you force yourself to find somewhere you will focus and get work done.
But then you find every single thing distracting.
Then you notice your wardrobe has consisted of the same three sweatshirts and pair of leggings all week.
When anyone close to you tells you anything good about their lives.
But then you expect them to make you feel better over the weekend.
When your stomach rumbles so loudly in class that everyone singles you out.
And you finally recognize that you’ve been so busy you’ve missed two meals.
When your parents call you and ask how you’re holding up.
Then you hang up the phone and look into the mirror.
When you’re anxious to know your grades on your procrastinated assignments/exams and finally get them back.
But celebrate anyway because you made it out alive.