Part of me wonders if this is my brain trying to tell me that I do not want to grow up and start making scary "adult" decisions. I have no clue what I want to study at University, much less what job I want to do.
My laptop became my best friend, accompanying me everywhere I went: on the car ride to San Diego with my family, on trips to the grocery store. I didn't want to waste any opportunity to edit and improve my essays.
One night, I snapped. In my fit of stress, I vowed to create a monster that could be programmed as the ideal college applicant: diligent, cerebral, outgoing, and, of course, very persuasive as an essayist.
Though the end of the semester approaches, one sizable Scrooge blocks the way: finals. And no matter how much hot cocoa you drink or how many times you skip studying to watch Elf, these tests will not be holiday-cheered away.