It's the sixth week of classes, and this is where it gets tough.
THE SIXTH WEEK SLUMP: As told by Harry Styles
Homework is overwhelming. Projects are due. You're not really sure what's what anymore. And maybe, you're dying a little because your professors are trying to actually murder you --
But you want to assure your family that you're doing okay anyway.
And then it hits you... It's been over a month that you've been in classes... And you're slowly losing brain power, and the will to continue on...
Crying becomes habitual.
But you're soldiering on, even though you're sure that the world is falling apart, and you've run out of Ramen.
And no one likes Ham sandwiches for nine straight nights.
And even though you're taking four classes, but you're certain your failing twelve, you are also sure that the excitement of a new school year has died down
Bored. That's what you are.
You try to tell your friends and family that you're okay, but your bedtime is early, your body is more tired, and you feel like sleeping for the next seven years
You're in bed by 9pm, with a good cup of tea, and sleep on your mind.
But every once and a while, your friends can convince you to do otherwise.
Drink to forget.
And all you can think about in class is a vacation well deserved.
The sun. No homework. And the past semester behind you.
It's okay, you can do the dance.
But just remember, you're not done yet. SO keep going!
