There have been several cloudy days lately, days where puddles seem to jump at your feet out of nowhere and the world is made of things to trip on, and the whole experience of walking to class feels more like a metaphor about your personal capabilities than it should. The universe is full of your failings, and every thought brings on that thick bubble of panic in your stomach that screams “You can’t do it! You can’t handle it!”
But everyone’s got something going for them.
And, I can say with confidence, that I am not a mouthbreather.