This is a guest blog by Samantha Cross, a history/French/English undergrad just trying to make it through 4th year alive. (P.S. she also plays the guitar and sings!)
Disclaimer: certain people may be offended by the following. This includes but is not limited to:
a) those irritating people who participate simultaneously with UTSU, the Varsity Blues, and The Trinity Tripod or whatever while maintaining a GPA of 4.0 (barf)
b) anyone who did not understand why I ended that with a “barf”, or
c) anyone who thinks that 15 pages for a paper is just not enough and always wants more, MOREEE!!!1
If you’re still with me, I feel for you. You’re probably like me – a fourth-year student, disillusioned after having all the Froshie enthusiasm beaten out of you by years of torture and abuse. The copious amounts of caffeine, the late nights, and tens of minutes spent cramming (THANK YOU WIKIPEDIA) have all taken their toll. You’re just trying to make it to Con Hall alive. And according to your countdown (there’s an app for that), you just have to hang in there for 35 days, 7 hours, 26 minutes and 8 (7! 6!! 5!!!) more seconds. So why does this semester feel like the hardest yet?