You’re excited—ecstatic even. There are only two weeks left of class, then come finals, then you’re Audi 5000.  But, hold up, check your calendar again.

Yep, you didn’t make a mistake. No, don’t go double checking your syllabi; you’re only going to disappoint yourself. You’ve got more essays due in the next three weeks than you’ve written all semester.

That euphoria you were feeling from finishing your most recent paper, yeah… that’s gone. You remember scratching that week-long beard you had grown in the span of two hours and wishing that you were a math major.

Applying fixed formulae, fixed rules onto problems is so much less stressful than writing; math problems are like puzzles, like games. And games, man, games are your jam.

But wait, were you an English major? When you were studying over coffee the other day you had organic chemistry notes sprawled in front of you. That’s right, you have a big exam Friday and you’re way behind.

Speaking of games, it looked like you were playing some computer-hacking minigame in Deus Ex or Fallout 3. You had pages and pages of drawn-out sequences and structures, and you were trying to figure out some example in the book by deciphering the pattern change between steps one and two. You thought of a possible explanation… but does that make sense?

Oh that’s right, you switched your major to Anthropology. That doesn’t change much for this semester, though, does it? You’ve still got that one class to get through. You won’t deny it, you haven’t kept up on the reading for the last month, letting all the stuff that isn’t immediately relevant to the lectures—but will definitely be on the final—amass, saying you’d get to it when you had time. 

But you’re out of time. You already expect to pull an all-nighter the night before the final composing a seven-page report that you haven’t started yet for a GE class that you need to pass.
Oops.