How to tell if the midterms are coming...



The days are long and the nights are long.
The hours are too short to cram in the inhuman number of chapters per subject, much less for revision.
My usual, narcissistic, self-centred ways magnify manifold.
My room mates more than put up with it.
I find my hair tied, knotted, plaited.
A cup of coffee (my third for the day) left next to my notes.
Cereal for breakfast, with freshly cut strawberries waiting at the dining table.
What did I do to deserve such altruistic souls in my life?
Friends who will walk with you to the grocery store in the middle of the night.
Buying crackers so you won't go hungry during the marathon late-night study sessions, then forgetting to eat them anyway.
Hop on a bus. Go to their house. Take over their study desk for the rest of the day. Stay for dinner.
Dark circles that are indistinguishable from eyeliner.
Cola-flavoured lollipops while I work on editing the magazine, because of course, that has to coincide with the midterms.
Buying liqueur chocolates on sale, to take a break from studying. 
Yelling at each other for overdoing the coffee (or in some cases, Milo).
Hot, home-cooked meals with the TV show of the day because, God forbid we miss that.
Pointless blog posts such as these.
Playing the same, sad songs on repeat.
The midterms are coming. Brace yourselves. 

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