I have this reoccurring nightmare where it’s deep into a semester and I’ve just walked in to a 400 level class in Murrow and upon entering through the door I realize that I have not attended a single class since syllabus week, our big class project is due that day, and I have done literally nothing on it. The professor looks over surprised to see me, and as I try to formulate excuses my mouth moves in slow motion and I can’t form words.
The stress of this dream is far worse than being chased by zombies or villains, but is on par with what it’s felt like watching the Washington State Cougars play against the Washington Huskies defense these last few seasons.