Emily Van Camp says Hello, from Below the Deluge

It's not often that I like to write directly; I am more comfortable in the spheres of prose and poetry (particularly in their more abstract forms)--speaking directly to an audience is a little more taxing. Lately, I feel as though the air has become dense with worries of coming fortunes; I am overwhelmed and very much exhausted. Lucky for me, I find some solace in granting time to the odd pleasurable-read, or frivolous procrastination, but this doesn't bode well for the coming period of "semester examinations". Trite as it may sound, school seems to be sucking the life out of me. 

Honestly, I am napping more frequently than I am comfortable disclosing, and for the life of me I am unable to tell you whether it's because I'm tired or unelaborately fighting shy of my academic responsibilities. It really is rather distressing. Sometimes it does feel as though the academic milieu boasts a certain warmth that it does not possess--in fact, oft comes the feeling that I am entirely lacking in terms of having an intra-scholastic support system. I suppose there comes a time where we must become accustomed to the shark tank. 

Sometimes though, I wonder what it must be like--the feeling of reassurance at such a crossroad (excuse the melodramatic tone; I couldn't think of a better way to express it). Sometimes, it feels as though the system, bereft of means to adequately devote individual time to students, makes the uncaring choice of shirking any responsibility for students' academic wellbeing. Maybe we're lacking a middle ground. 

pah.