For those of you who read this, whoever you are, you’ve noticed that my opinion articles have focused wholly on the hardships of education. Mainly, the side in which one is too busy and stresses insanely about passing with flying colors.

Trust me, I was barely functioning on a social level. I was a ball of nerves – and that isn’t an exaggeration. I think I rolled into the fetal position at least once, covered in my articles, anthologies, novels and notebooks cataloguing what I had learned.

But, now I, along with all of you, have hit that time of the semester when we begin to smell the hint of the winter break. It’s the light at the end of the tunnel.

When I see hope, within the field of education, I do one thing: I began to slack off. By slack off, I start to do the one thing I normally do not do. I procrastinate because I am denying the assignment exists. It always happens this time during the semester especially in the fall when several holidays are quickly approaching. I mean, Thanksgiving is a little over a week away. I want those mashed potatoes smothered in homemade gravy right now.

Honestly, I don’t care about my assignments as much as I should. I will do my best, as I am sure you will do, too. But, I know we all feel this way or at least a portion of this way.

For those of you who do not, I somewhat envy you. The other half of me is too lazy to actually feel an emotion other than the pure satisfaction of binge-watching Netflix movies, snuggled up in my favorite slacker clothes and drinking unhealthy amounts of hot chocolate.

You know that sounds glorious.

And I might’ve written this article rather late Sunday night, knowing full well it was due in the morning (my regards to the editors). I guess, the reason for this lame, less-opinionated article, is to kind of give you all a nudge of “I understand and good luck to you.”

You are not alone. Enjoy your Netflix nights.