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Stalling now, I suppose. I could be turning another page in one of my textbooks, or cleaning off the scattered fast-food cups and bags off my desk, or reciting outlines and planning another study session. In my old room of my aparment, a former tenant had painted the word "You Should Be Working" on the windowsill. I painted over it. I wondered what would drive a person to paint that mantra on the wall. And somehow, I imagined that he didn't really need that mantra to remind himself of his workload. Neither do I. The stark reality of oncoming finals does its job fine without written mantras. But if it helped him, then good; though, it did cost me 10 dollars to buy a can of white paint.
These are always hectic times, and I miss the early part of the semester, when I could meet with friends, knowing that the big worries were months away. And then, one morning, I wake up and realize that the day has arrived. Time to step up. I should be working.
These are always hectic times, and I miss the early part of the semester, when I could meet with friends, knowing that the big worries were months away. And then, one morning, I wake up and realize that the day has arrived. Time to step up. I should be working.