Reading Period
It’s 5 AM Thursday morning, and I’m preparing to go to bed after another long night of inefficiently studying for my 2 finals this Saturday. This entire week, there have officially been no classes, as the Harvard admins have decided to grant their students a week to study for finals. Basically, this week has been rather blah as a whole, trying to study as much as possible at the expense of sleep while trying to balance out two finals on the same day.
It’s not so much stress as acceptance of the inevitably of some not-so-great grades. Having read the same content repeatedly numbs the mind, but then when I’m not doing work, I feel rather guilty about wasting my time. That’s definitely something about Harvard; when one isn’t studying, even if meanwhile engaged in legitimate extracurricular activities, it seems that time is wasted, and that one should rush back and study study study.
Oh well. It’s taken me three occasions to write this short blog post, which should portray the fragmented nature of my life here, trying to take naps, do random extracurriculars, and study… Oh well.