I hate to be the three-eyed raven of doom, but finals are coming up, and much sooner than we'd like to admit to ourselves.
Upon hearing this, most Columbians would probably start having a minor panic attack before plugging our ears and mentally erasing the last thirty seconds until we wind up where we started: stressfully ignorant, and just about to go drown our sorrows in re-watching season one of Game of Thrones.
Stop.
Breathe.
And read this article by Sara Ngu in today's paper:
"Given the serenity of my current schedule, when I look back at my Google Calendar over the past four years at Columbia, I shudder. There are few discernible patterns in the multicolored madness. Waking up, sleeping, and eating occurred in irregular frequencies; weeks fluctuated in intensities; classes, clubs, and friendships inhabited separate, color-coded compartments. My old calendar gives me a glimpse into the rituals I participated in at Columbia.
