Every weekend I find myself saying the same thing: “I’m going to get off campus, maybe go downtown, explore the city.” Then I remember that I have to read the Inferno. And 4 chapters in my psych textbook. And 4 chapters about feminism. And I need to work on that UWriting essay I forgot existed. Then I spend all day indoors.
I like to think that this isn’t just me, because I know from talking to people that it isn’t. But that doesn’t mean it’s ok. I remember using weekends for doing nothing, if I wanted to. Even my first semester, with a lighter workload, I felt less bad than I do now if I abandon my work for a day and walk around downtown, buy some records, and eat food that nobody swiped my ID for.
