I finally did it: I hit rock bottom of my university career. I have never reached such a low point, not during exam periods, not during medical emergencies, not even during the “I can write a 25-page research essay in four days” trilogy.
After six years in university the early morning hours finally broke me. I stood in front of my bathroom mirror Monday morning, groggy and sleepy, reconsidering my life and everything associated with it. I reached for the toothpaste and missed, instead grabbing my rose-flavoured hand cream. It went onto my toothbrush and into my mouth, and I brushed my teeth the entire way through. I made it all the way to my car before I noticed something was amiss, and I was not nearly as minty fresh as I usually am.
Graduation is just around the corner for me, and I think I’m about ready to sit in a hammock for a few months and reconstruct the charred fragments of my brain.
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