I stare at the ceiling in the pitch black. I close my eyes momentarily before opening them once again. No matter how much I try to force myself asleep, I just can’t. The feeling is frustrating because...

The cursor blinks on the page. Once then twice. You stare at the blankness of the sheet in front of you. You need to start writing. This essay or lab (or maybe a Spokesman article) won’t materialize...

The heart pumping fear of turning the paper, writing your name, scrambling to think of the date, and putting the pencil to the paper. The fear that sticks to you as you move from question to question....