Severe Junioritis
It's that time of the semester. We students are crawling towards the end, chugging our caffeine-rich drinks as we struggle to make it to the end of finals' week. Our brains are fried from studying; our eyes are drooping from exhaustion. Our minds are merely storing temporary input. Summer and graduation week (also known as "wedding week" on OCC's campus thanks to the 20 couples that are getting married) seem so close, yet their nearness is like a mirage that suddenly disappears in front of our eyes.
It's always the last week that I find myself blankly staring at my planner, thinking to myself, "Maybe I should complete this assignment" while perusing through my Pinterest boards. It's weeks like these where I find myself unconsciously typing a paper without noticing that I have 240 run-on sentences. Then I think to myself, "Eh. I don't care anymore." Another common occurrence in the last weeks of school is skimming through a test an hour before it is executed, hoping and praying that God's grace will surpass the fact that I was lazy (or too sleep deprived) to study.
My eye twitches. My sentences and the papers I turn in oftentimes do not make sense. My Google Docs is overloaded with "Study Guide for Exam..." files.
It's weeks like these where I wish motivation was as common as oxygen, so that I can breathe it in and not slack. Unfortunately, my motivation was all used up in the first two months of the semester. In the last two weeks, the desperate times when I need motivation the most, it's gone.
Oh summer, come quick!
It's always the last week that I find myself blankly staring at my planner, thinking to myself, "Maybe I should complete this assignment" while perusing through my Pinterest boards. It's weeks like these where I find myself unconsciously typing a paper without noticing that I have 240 run-on sentences. Then I think to myself, "Eh. I don't care anymore." Another common occurrence in the last weeks of school is skimming through a test an hour before it is executed, hoping and praying that God's grace will surpass the fact that I was lazy (or too sleep deprived) to study.
My eye twitches. My sentences and the papers I turn in oftentimes do not make sense. My Google Docs is overloaded with "Study Guide for Exam..." files.
It's weeks like these where I wish motivation was as common as oxygen, so that I can breathe it in and not slack. Unfortunately, my motivation was all used up in the first two months of the semester. In the last two weeks, the desperate times when I need motivation the most, it's gone.
Oh summer, come quick!
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