I'm going bananas...
...And I feel like my poor little brain is being devoured by piranhas. For I'm going bananas.
It's end-of-term, and the term has become quite aggressive. In fact, I'm almost convinced that the term is hunting me down to eat me for dinner.
WILL I get all these assignments and exams marked on time?
WILL I get my own papers finished on time?
WILL I get that big scholarship I'm waiting on?
WILL I go insane before this term is over?
To add insult to the injury that is me at end-of-term, the weather tomorrow is supposed to be delicious, sunny with a high of plus 18. And where will I be? Inside. At my computer. No picnics with a tall dark feller. No kooky sidewalk antics. No tender breezes lightly blowing my flowing locks. No nothing but a cup of coffee and a case of carpal tunnel.
BOOO!!! to end of term! I don't like you one little bit, end of term!