This is the fifth week of school. And in a weird paradox that I’ve only ever experienced in college, it feels like time has flown by while barely dragging forward.

It’s a strange feeling. You look back on the beginning of the semester, unpacking, starting classes and it feels like some part pf your brain is still at the point, just settling in, getting its feet wet.

And then you look around your desk and see the dates for two upcoming midterms scrawled across multiple scraps of paper like a death sentence.

That’s nearly half a semester gone. If you’re a sophomore, that’s 43.75% of your college days over. Which just sounds like way too much too be true.

But then you remember the fatigue. Of too much cold, too much work and too many events. And you realize you feel like its been years since you had a proper break.

The whole experience can leave one feeling quite confused.

It is precisely at this point, though, that one should firmly hold oneself by the jaw (a la John Travolta) and turn to face the future. Count/hope/pray that it gets warmer.

And finally, that spring break gets here soon.