Thank you for failing me. Yes, thank you. I’m not being sarcastic. Maybe slightly facetious, but in all seriousness: I genuinely mean it when I say thank you.
I was stuck in the worst subway delay of my life, in a five-station closure that doubled my commute time to just over four hours.
But, where most students would have simply headed back home, I was more concerned with getting to this specific class. Anxiety was an understatement.
In October of 2016, I wrote an article detailing sleep paralysis, the terrifying phenomenon where one “wakes up” within a dream, unaware that they are still dreaming, with the inability to move.
In that article, I briefly mentioned a separate phenomenon of dreaming called false awakenings. For those of you who have never experienced it, here is a look into what false awakenings consist of, and my experiences dealing with them.
In my last semester of third year, I took a class that had one major project, a midterm and an exam. The class seemed fairly easy, but the major project was an assignment to be done in pairs.
Each pair had to get a topic approved and write an in-depth report. The project was assigned during the second week of the semester and was due before the final exam. It counted for 40 per cent of my grade. Up until then, I had no complaints about the professor. He seemed knowledgeable, fair and even funny at times. He approved our topic and some of the sources we were planning to use.