You know that feeling when you’re almost done with a quarter or semester in school and you’re setting your alarm for 3am every day just to try to get up and throw together whatever paper’s due at the very last minute, when you’re barely staying above water and you’re swearing to yourself that next quarter will be different? That next quarter you’ll stay on track and not let yourself get so far behind? I also don’t know what that’s like, and it’s certainly not how every quarter of my undergraduate studies went.
This game, to me, felt from the second inning like a new quarter that got away from me right away, and I was in just-trying-to-avoid-disaster mode for the last, like, eight of the nine weeks.