You can feel that eerie sensation all across campus. We are all closing our books and pulling out the term’s notes in preparation for four days of assessments. From a strictly personal perspective, this sensation is all too real.

A blinking black cursor explodes into splashes of blue, purple and red. Once steaming hot, a cold cup of coffee to the forehead calms my throbbing headache. A pink pillow eases the pain swirling in my lower back. The digital clock shines 2:50 A.M., and at...