Taylor Larson

    Today, I found a new term for cabin fever mixed with stress, fear of the unknown, and over-exhaustion: Midterm Madness. This week I’ve been asked to do some major studying for tests that could potentially make or break me AND plan my classes for the next semester (as well as a Plan B-Z for when my first choices of classes are inevitably full).

    And unlike my lucky friends who are Pre-Pharmacy and have their entire lives planned for them, I must do the dirty work myself with the help of a few suggestions, guidelines, and help from about fourteen professors once I officially declare my second major and enroll in the honors program. I’m busy trying to decide what classes are best for me, what kinds of classes I want to put off for future semesters, and how many credits I can handle (all questions I feel like I need a genie or crystal ball for.)

    So here’s to what I’m sure will be a no-sleep-coffee-binge-deactivate-my-Facebook week. Hopefully, it’ll be easier than it sounds.