It’s 4:30 and I’m sitting at Starbucks dealing with the overwhelming stress of the last two weeks of the semester. Who knew art school would induce the want to jump from a moving vehicle? Okay, it’s not that bad.. But I am just WAITING for those summer weeks of freedom from deadlines and grades.
I chose to visit a Starbucks at the absolute worst time: 3:45 during frap happy hour. This Dearborn street location is (unfortunately) right next to a high school so I came at the perfect time to push past a thousand teens just to get a tea and steal their wifi.
Sitting here I can kind of compare my next two weeks to the employees of this Starbucks during happy hour. Everything is calm, people just come in for their coffee and go on their way, and then the time comes and everything is THROWN AT THEM. Then eventually the calm comes again and it’s all over.
Do you get my analogy? It makes a lot of sense in my head.
So I’m trying my best to pull it together and come out strong (despite dealing with some serious conflicts that have made it very difficult).
For those of you struggling with the end of this semester… I’m with you.
Try not to drown yourself in liquor.