It must be February
And then there are the nights when you just want to cry, so you do. Because you secretly suspect that you have bed bugs, and there is a big test tomorrow, and you have nothing but a doughnut to eat for breakfast. And the art history text book you so enjoy talked about Byzantine art and showed pictures of home, but most of the class declared that they didn’t think the icon was all that beautiful. So you are homesick and grumpy at Americans who don’t appreciate Byzantine iconography and now you are craving Türk Kahvaltısı.
So you study furiously in the library as basketball players swagger around you and Chi O’s giggle at the next table. You secretly curse neurons, the prefrontal cortex, and action potentials and then ask God to forgive you because his creation IS rather spectacular. You are just so tired of studying it and miss the skeletal system. And you think to yourself, “what kind of fool was I to think I could be in Honors and do nursing at the same time?” and then the reasons all your friends gave you in the first place come flooding back and you sigh and turn back to neuroglia.
Your jeans aren’t washed, the dishes aren’t done and you just want your mom to come and make you dinner. And you wish you could expel the very existence of exams and papers. And you are just so tired, but you don’t want to go to sleep because then you will have to wake up and face the millions of things you have to accomplish tomorrow.
So you do what any sane person would do: you eat another doughnut.
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