We breathe.
In some ways it seems retarded and highchool-health-classish. Get angry, take a couple deep breaths. Find that your still working on a project that appears to be going nowhere? Breathe deep and finish it. Barely enough money. Barely enough time. Barely enough willpower to breathe through it.
I've never been a huge fan of this time of year. It always moves too fast, and is completely crammed with obligations and time constraints. Always involves going home, missing whichever loved one I've left to go visit my own family. Always feeling overweight and scrutinized, mainly by me but also by others in these post-dis-engagement times.
Suddenly it will be JanuFebuMarch and I'll be going crazy with prelims. If we can all make it through this year, it will be wonderful. Dear lord, think of the summer months and the certainty that I'll make it as a scientist. But for now, there's alot of breathing to be done.
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