Study breaks.
The thing that brought me crashing back to reality was when a friend sent me a question in doubt. It took me down a rough guilt trip to think that the very people sitting next to me in class are working their behinds off while I master the art of procastrination. And as if the guilt driven by the fact that your classmates are studying insanely isn't enough, the question in doubt I receive is on a page of questions with almost every question neatly ticked off.
I internally groan, try to ignore the tick marks that are now popping at my eyes, and prod at the question in doubt. What added to my misery? I couldn't solve it. If there's anything that absolutely frustrates me, it's not being able to solve a question that I initially thought I could.
I sigh and set an alarm to wake up early to study as I hit the bed, my eyes now opened. I calm myself down, knowing this isn't the end of the world. There are four more days, what could possibly go wrong π?