The End is Drawing Near...

I think my entire class stopped being able to study when we collectively hit April. The sun is shining, the water is sparkling, the beach is calling... The library is such a cold, desolate place. (It is also, and these two things might be related, the center of my social life.) All of the classes that we thought might be interesting (Physiology? Can't wait to learn how everything we memorized in anatomy actually works! Neuroscience? The inner-workings of the brain are fascinating!) turned out to be indistinguishable from last semester when the dry syllabus notes were stacked and compared. And at this point, no one really believes they will be flunked out. Sure there are the rumors. Did you hear, six people left after the second exam? Four people after the first? Yet no one can name all these people who have left. Mysterious. It could be everyone is just leading me on, saying "Sure, I know what you mean. Can't study an hour without going stir-crazy..." when secretly they are chugging Red Bull, sleeping five hours a night, and logging 15 hours a day at the library. But I doubt it.