About once or twice a semester, when I was pursuing my undergraduate degree, enough pending work would accumulate in my classes that I would find myself nearly overcome with a constant feeling of dread, as if it were almost guaranteed that I would fail to accomplish one or more critical tasks and fail my classes as a result. In graduate school, the feeling has come once every month during the beginning of the semester, and then turned into a near-constant paranoia once I get within three or four weeks of the end of the term.
This semester, it has arrived a week early, five weeks before exams start. I am leaving this post as a testament either to my ability to pull through stressful situations, or to the dramatic crash that killed my career before it started.
There will be a few weeks' delay as I determine which one it should be.
Also, I really wish the spasms in my right bicep would stop.
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