No, I'm not talking about some version of "Senioritis," in which closing in towards the end of something makes you just stop giving a damn. I'm talking about the regular illness I get at the end of every semester.
I'm a person with a pretty strong immune system. I manage to avoid most of the colds and stuff going around most of the time. But when we start heading into the last few weeks of the semester, I get too little sleep, poor nutrition, no exercise except my bike ride
to campus. My immune system, now weakened, is largely propped up by caffeine and adrenaline.
And then, like clockwork, somewhere between 24 and 48 hours after the
last grades are turned in, I get sick as a dog for about three days.
This happens to other people, right?
The problem this semester is that the illness hasn't waited: last night, in the middle of my evening final, a dry, itchy cough started up. I still have two stacks of papers and two stacks of bluebooks to get through before I'm done. And because of this, my body doesn't seem to want to let me take the extra sleep it needs.
That's it: nothing clever or pithy today. Just an observation.