Having studied for weeks, the examination on Friday took more of a toll on my mind and body than I had bargained for. I spent the rest of Friday in a daze, unable to concentrate on the lab notes I wanted to go over, failing to relax at a poolside, failing in my attempt to take a 10 minute nap (which lasted 3 hours), and finally a half-hearted attempt to go out and celebrate in the evening. After about 5 minutes, I was sure I didn't even want to be at the bar, but I stayed for only one reason: avoiding regret. When you only have one chance every month to go out and party, choosing to stay home and sleep or read can elicit those feelings of regret that I have felt too often in my life. I don't want to imagine all the things that I could be missing. That's why I would rather go out, have a crappy time on Friday night, and try to recover the next day.
Except that Saturday had other plans for me. The sleep schedule was still a wreck, and despite sitting in a study room for hours, I could barely even memorize a few simple concepts, which translates into a big waste of time. In the end, I just called it a night and hoped I could make up for the work in the remaining two days. went to dinner and had a delicious salad with wine. This snowballed into an open-mike night, ice-cream, finding a cow that had snuck onto campus, drinks, and even some hookah and pizza. All in all, a damn good night. I feel much more prepared today for the work that will soon follow.
EDIT: I lied, it was a terrible day.
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