finals week.

Coffee. Flashcards. Repeat.

(Not pictured: Me wearing saggy baggy husband clothes; dish piles; laundry piles; book piles; etc etc etc. I have some dignity.)

This same week happens every semester, and I kind of dislike it. So why do I keep going to school? Right now I can think of a lot of reasons to stop, immediately. But I will probably forget them all soon after this week is over, and fast forward to next fall, I’ll be in classes again. It’s like an addiction.

But I can’t think that far ahead right now. For me it must be only flashcards, research, writing, study, with occasional breaks for eating and sleeping and asking myself questions like this one:

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