It’s officially reached that point: the point when you can’t believe how far into the semester it already is, yet you simultaneously can’t believe how far you still have left to go. The point when you are bored with class and want it to be over already, but you are starting to dread those looming finals. The point when you start wondering once again why BYU doesn’t have a spring break and whether winter will ever end and whether it’s really a good idea to sit here procrastinating and eating Ritz crackers with Nutella all night long when you really should be doing homework.
Or maybe you don’t think about those things at all. Maybe it’s just me.