Drip.

Six weeks out from exams. Thinks are starting to get sketchy. While many of my fearless colleagues have a resolute demeanor. The facade is starting to come down on some others. Everywhere. Cracks. And that's okay. Med students are like water molecules. Sometimes hard as ice, put often quite prone to melting under pressure. Most of all, we're held together by a constant surface tension. Why do I keep waking up spontaneously before seven!? This is a new thing.