Ugh, this weekend felt like homework swallowed me whole. Like, seriously, it was more intense than trying to learn the TikTok dances my niece keeps showing me. (Let’s be honest, those things are defying the laws of physics.) Point is, I bit off more than I could chew, and burnout is lurking like a cafeteria tray monster ready to pounce.
So, peace out, perfectionism! I’m dialing back the expectations. Sure, some teachers might turn into mini-Voldemort when they see my revised schedule, but guess what? My sanity is worth more than their A+. #priorities. And hey, if graduation gets pushed back a semester, it just means more time to, well, not be buried under textbooks. Besides, who knows, maybe next semester they’ll offer a class on surviving finals fueled solely by memes and caffeine. Now that’s a syllabus I can get behind!
Remember, gotta breathe, gotta pace myself. Let go, let memes… wait, no, let go, let God. (Although, honestly, a divine intervention wouldn’t hurt right now.) But seriously, even if things don’t go exactly as planned, it’s not the end of the world. We’ll figure it out, one meme-riddled step at a time.
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