Then you realize, that wasn't the entire world after all.
The point is, I started looking at my workload for the next three and a half weeks before finals. That is only four weekends worth of time I have. And since four of my five classes have long-term final projects, and two of the five have finals that I will have to study for, my chest was already a bit tight.
Then, I got the news that a computer project I had slaved over for a month still didn't work. That was the straw, my friends. And I was in fetal position for a while.
When I crawled out of my hole (I know I'm mixing metaphors like crazy), I realized that the grade in that class doesn't matter, as long as I pass. I realized that I could pass, as long as I continued working.
And I realized that even if I didn't pass, even if I withdrew from the course days before the final, it still wasn't the end of the world.
So after Khaled and I taking a pizza break (and, after getting way to much food, we ate way too much food), I was back on track.
Aren't you glad the world isn't ending?
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