“Just a little bit longer.”
“One more big push.”
The end of the semester comes in stages. The crest of paper deadlines ushers in the next wave: finals imminent against the horizon. Once you’ve expended your last vestiges of strength, dig deep into the dregs and complete the journey with excellence.
Fatigue has me floundering today as I face my screen and a semester’s worth of notes and outlines (four-fold). I am hoping for joy in the reflection that finals studying provides, but visions of soft blankets and warm drinks lull my resolve with their intoxicating promises. I will disregard their suggestive siren call. There is more to do before we rest.
“One more week.”
“Just another month longer.”