So I'm reading ancient Greek plays, feeling emo, and writing papers that are worth 50% of my grade....Excuse the diction...

The tragic stress of our beloved protagonist is getting to be monumental. With midterms fast approaching and the procrastination of such activities mounting to such a ridiculous level that they only add to the insanity.

However, hope is found in the miniscule crumbs of everyday life. A creative doodle. A sleepy but flirtatious late night conversation. The post card from a distant friend. The virtual hug from another. A good hair day. The laziness of a boy to venture back to his dorm. The singe marks on a paper in the hallway. Late nights with Disney. The acknowledging nod from a "I-think-I-know-you-passerby-er". The decision to don a sweatshirt and tennis shoes over tank tops and flip flops. A wiggle-butt hug. A water habitat in your dorm. Late-night Ramen. A friendly conversation with a stranger. The convenient references to a just-watched movie. A restful nap. The coloration on a bruise received on a fun excursion. Early morning trips to IHOP. A soft pillow. Hot chai tea.