In the quaking quagmire,
the strenuous stew of end of year,
of final exams,
of “show your knowledge – pee in this cup”
of not knowing what to do
of not knowing who
you
are
of hells composed of hungry pens and itching fingers
staring at blank pages and screens bleeding plasma
one might consign oneself to despair.

I say SMILE.
Winter break is here.