- Autumn Clarke (Madison Harris photo)
As I write this, my 100-mile-long to-do list is glaring at me from the corner of my desk. I can feel its hot, hateful gaze boring into the depths of my soul. Okay, that was a little melodramatic, but spring semester is officially in full swing, and the next month is gearing up to be a terror. As a result, I find myself reliving the glory days of my winter break, back when I could joyfully wake up hours before dawn to make the long trek out to hunt country in subzero temperatures (maybe not subzero, but in Georgia, anything below 40 degrees is a polar vortex). But now I spend my days staying awake until those same early morning hours buried under a pile of notebooks, pens, and textbooks as I fight to keep my eyelids open and weakly cry for help. My friend and I also may have just spent a good fifteen minutes in an intense game of “Floor is Lava”, but hey, stressful times call for desperate measures.