So my first onslaught of term tests in the form of three brain-withering quizzes crammed into a single day have come and gone, and surprisingly, I'm still standing.

But it's the cycle of JC life all over again. Not paying attention in attending lectures, not doing tutorials, not doing anything about looming tests until the day before, and desperately trying to digest 2 months of work in a single night, and eventually turning up for the test with only one hour of sleep, not any more knowledgeable about the subject in question than before.

Every day in university is a race against time, like one of them puzzle games where you have to fit the pieces together within the time limit. Get them wrong or exceed the time limit, and the screen blacks out save for the words "Game Over". I never used to bother with my dates, any teacher I've had can attest to that. I was always the only one who would gasp theatrically when the teacher reminds the class that "tomorrow got test hor". Yet now I find that I live by my organiser, and every day is a mad rush to complete everything I've listed down for the day. Too often I feel like a character in a computer game, and the player is madly clicking the mouse way before my time.

Don't get me wrong, I do like the busyness, the sense of purpose I feel when I rush from lectures to meetings, when I time myself to juggle doing my tutorials and doing my laundry at the same time. I'm just saying, I've never needed a one-week break more than I've needed this upcoming one.

Mr Sleep, I'm here to pay my debts.

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2:15 AM