For Blog Class, we are concluding the semester with some blog imitation. I have been a fan of Sail, Not Drift, so this is my attempt at a post in the voice of Bartley. I’ll have a semester reflection in my own voice soon, and maybe other posts too, depending on how things go.
These are the modern sacrifices
to the gods of Anxiety,
to Exam Week Stress and
the Creeping Thoughts I Push Away About
I sit alone and mildly
sweaty on my comforter because
no one has turned the AC on
yet. I should be studying but I know
that if I close this tab I’ll switch
back to Netflix and I feel
bad enough already about
the way I spend my time.
These sacrifices are not violent or
blessedly short. More like letting blood than
an execution, only the leeches are invisible
and internal and there is no doctor
who can take them off.
I should sleep before 3 am and I know I
will toss and turn and feel sick because
I still have three unwritten pages for
tomorrow, but I still cannot get out of bed and
walk to my table and eat some cereal and
type the words.
There are no crowds screaming for my
head, only a deadline and I will
stay up all night and
turn in something
than I would if I had started
last week and not sacrificed so much
to these modern gods.
Good luck with the end of the semester,