R.E.A.D.I.N.G. Week

We’re more than halfway through reading week, otherwise known as “sleep in for five days and give your textbooks side eye”. Or perhaps, in a bout of ambitiousness, you told your boss you could work all week and now you’re feeling

REGRETFUL

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because now not only do you have to get out of bed, you have to pretend you give a damn about lattes, or that person who insists their food was awful even though they ate the entire thing. You’re trying to make yourself feel better by reminding yourself you’re making money – you are making paper! – and when that cheque comes in, you’ll wonder why you ever thought sleeping in was more important than cash. You scroll through Instagram on your break and feel a pang of

ENVY

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looking at all the sunny photos of classmates on vacation in the Bahamas or Jamaica or the Dominican Republic. But you shake it off. You know what you’re doing. You’ll save your money and take a trip when you can pay for a ticket AND still have a decent amount of change left over. You’ll save your money and focus on school. But now you’re reminded of school, and all the work that’s left to do, so now you’re

ANXIOUS.

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Hell, you would have preferred to write all your mid-terms before the break instead of having it hang over your week like this. Now you’ve got to, you know, read. There’s that feeling of

DREAD

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because the week’s almost over, you’ve still got three outlines to write and a trillion concepts Microsoft Word keeps putting a squiggly line underneath – because they were just invented yesterday – to memorize, so to stifle that panic you choose to think about the summer vacation that’s only a few months away, and now you’re feeling

IMPATIENT.

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This break is an unkind creation. It’s a torture device wrapped in seemingly good intentions – nothing but a tease. You know what Smokey said, “A taste of honey is worse than none at all.” You think of sunny days, BBQs, pools. Now you’re all lost in that

NOSTALGIA

for a simpler time when being the smartest kid in class meant knowing how to carry the two or unscramble a sentence. But then you remember you’re good. You’ve got this! You are smart and capable. You’re gonna get some sleep, you’re gonna write those papers, and you’re gonna study for those exams because you are a grown ass man or woman and you

GET. SHIT. DONE.

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