Here goes another day. Camera on, stickies filled with deadlines, discussion I don’t understand. Readings more readings. 7 hours passed, my eyes dry, my mind heavy. It feels like my skull is sinking into my neck. These thoughts keep getting darker, journal after journal. Why aren’t these concepts imbedded in me like these fears. What will happen. 70 is a pass. Will I fail? That daunting question eats me from the first day to the 7th. Laptop off. Crack my back. Close my eyes. Open. It’s 7 again.
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