No Stress, No Success.

The play, the newspaper, finals.

They all fall within two weeks of each other.

I really want to give up, but it's just not me to fail.

So, I'll stress.

I'll miss classes to finish editing the paper.

I'll cry under the pressure of senior year final grades.

I'll scream when I complete my FAFSA, because the state thinks we make bank, but they don't realize the situation we are in.

And then, all at once, it'll be over.

Then, we'll try this no stress thing again.