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: