Writing by Justine White. Illustration by Annie Whiteson.
I think everyone’s burnt out by fourth year
your circle’s circumference closes and you just want the pain to be over
like when your coat turns into a sail
walking against the frigid wind tunnel that is Buccleuch Place
perhaps you’re not as supportive of the strikes anymore
or everything from the Library Cafe is starting to taste the same - even making you ill
we take the lift up to the fourth floor to read about anti-capitalism
doors opening
just to work in our little cubicles
saying we could never have an office job
you might sit at your laptop all day
(you know you got to the library at four, don’t say all day)
just to pack up with less words than you sat down with
disillusionment spreading like wildfire
you hit the panic button
extension request - APPROVED!
yet this is just a water pistol aimed at an inferno
you shoot just to feel as if you’re being productive
you got this though!
look at everyone around you working hard
(or hardly working?)
trust me, you’ll get things done though!
just take a day off or two
clean your room for once
try the new falafel from big Tesco’s
it’ll all work out
heck what do I know?
I’m also burnt out
but look on the bright side
somehow the flat is filled with more flowers than ever
and their givers will actually send them the same day next year
wherever you might be - not just because facebook reminded them
that’s the beauty of fourth year
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