Midterms have a way of sneaking up on me that makes me want to throw myself off the DP cliffs and land on a bicycle spoke. The mere sight of a scantron sends me waves of nausea as I think back to all those mornings I abused the snooze button and all those blank pages in my notebook. If you’re skipping class as much as I am and have woken up in a cold sweat more than once with the fear that you’ve missed a midterm, I say it’s time to get some peace of mind back. Find out where the plot of your textbook goes, take a minute to learn your professor’s name, make a friend int he library. As they say, you can sleep when you’re dead.
Tomorrow’s Forecast: If that were true, I wouldn’t feel so utterly incapacitated every time I pull an all-nighter and then have to pretend to be a human being the next day. I hate cliches.