I never thought Friday would come.
Saturdays are my favorite days of the week. Saturdays mean productivity and (finally) working out, and (finally) getting things done that have been pushed to the side all week (unintentionally). Saturdays mean maybe sleeping in (or at least in my own bed) and not having something ABSOLUTELY due tomorrow.
My first MNT test did not kill me. My community nutrition paper did not defeat me. My CL articles for the week (all three of them, what?) were on time. I slept enough to sustain my own life, at least for the short-term. I might be officially chemically dependent on coffee now, but hey, that’s what college is for.
I’m getting through it. Day by day, we are making it.
It’s hard to believe, but it’s real.