Thursday 6 November , 2025

Dear Diary,

The season of midterms has tested both mind and character. Three exams in rapid succession demanded a vigilance that threatened to disturb the balance of my life. In moments of frustration, I was tempted to surrender to passion to pull at my hair, to abandon reason but such impulses, though natural, are best moderated by deliberate thought. 

Curiously, the exams themselves felt… easy. And yet, I am haunted by doubt. Were they truly simple, or have I stumbled into the calm before a disastrous storm? Did I soar, or fall without realizing? The truth lies sealed within the cold hands of the examiners and time itself.

In the meantime, I may exhibit erratic behavior, including but not limited to:

• Experiencing inexplicable euphoria between 9:00 A.M and 11:00 A.M., accompanied by the delusion that life is beautiful and that exams are effortless.
• Descending into existential despair by evening, delivering soliloquies on the futility of existence, as if my circadian rhythm conspires against optimism.
• Engaging in highly focused, mildly obsessive study sessions around midnight, aided by soft music and an unreasonably positive mood, despite the body’s protests.

Survival Tips:

• Reset your sleep schedule – good luck. I have no idea either, but it sounds impressive to say you’re trying.
• Eat something delicious – preferably something that makes your taste buds forget that life currently involves exams.
• Talk to Mom – your personal comfort hotline, always open, no subscription required.
• Call Janet – optional. Warning: she’s probably just as anxious as you, so proceed at your own risk.

Last exam in three days. I will survive. Maybe. Probably. Hopefully. For now, I can finally exhale… until panic comes knocking again.

Warm regards, 

The dramatic over thinker