My Fall Semester Told Entirely Through Cats
When the semester first started, I was running on eight impressive hours of sleep. I felt energized and ready to start off the semester on a high note. Needless to say, I went to class looking like this:
I saw my friends on a daily basis, had sufficient time to get all my assignments done in a timely manner, and my TV life was still very much intact.
All of a sudden, the papers started piling up, and I began falling behind in class readings.
Admittedly, I started daydreaming during class. And when I actually paid attention, this was my face most of the time:
Sometimes I'd manage to catch up, then the professor would point out that ANOTHER paper was due the following week.
I came home mentally and physically exhausted every day. Plus, my glorious eight hours of sleep turned into a meager five hours (or six, if I was lucky).
This was me, as I waved my social life goodbye:
I had to pass up opportunities to hang out with friends, and my weekends consisted of hot dates...with my textbooks.
And DON'T even get me started on midterm week.
Thankfully, those days I spent locked in my room studying paid off. This girl right here aced her midterms!
But I can't get too excited just yet. I may have survived midterms, but the dreaded "finals week" is not too far away...