I love my new classes. Every course I’m taking is incredible. So, why do I want to tune out the world, curl up in bed, and stay under my fluffy covers forever?
People keep insisting it’s winter making me miserable, but I actually adore this season. And yet, every time my alarm goes off at six a.m. so I can make it to my 8:30 classes, I look up at the still?dark sky and quietly shed a tiny, internal tear of resignation. At this point, my alarm and I are in a toxic relationship, but neither of us is brave enough to end it.
I did, indeed, do this to myself — but I’m also trying to make the most of the ingredients I’ve got. Unfortunately, the recipe seems to call for “one (1) well-rested human,” which I do not currently have in stock.
Every time I’m in class, I feel engaged and productive. I just wish I could take them one at a time, so I can savour everything I’m learning. Alas.
Are you overwhelmed, too? Do you already need the semester to be over, even though it’s barely begun and you’re genuinely excited about your courses?
