I'm always a hot mess during finals. I admit it. I just lose the academic will to live. It will pass when the week ends. But for the moment, this hilarious little comic is pretty fitting:
Sorry that this post is not about yoga. I do have a yoga analogy, though: grad school is like one really long Bikram class. There's the period in the beginning (first quarter = first 10 minutes of class) where you wonder what the heck you've just gotten yourself into, then there's the period where it starts to get really uncomfortable (around end of first year = maybe eagle pose?) and you seriously consider making a run for the door... but you don't, cause you figure this is all going somewhere and you'd better follow through on what you started, cause apparently it's gonna pay off in the end...
Just like yoga. And I need to get back in the posture! No leaving the room yet! Back to the lecture notes now!!
