A Semester on Infinite Loop

My name is DJ and I have a coding problem.

While everyone else would watch hours of Netflix, play guitar, or do some kind of sport thing, I find my face lit up by the bluish tint of a computer screen while I not-so-mindlessly hammer in code that really has no real purpose other than to waste time.

As I sit back down as everybody else is Procrastinating Coders Anonymous mumble "Hi DJ," I should probably give you some background.

I'm almost locked into my dream school. I spend a decent chunk of my afternoons helping juniors troubleshoot their Mathematica and another chunk of that looking for my Differential Equations book.

And I have the worst case of senioritis ever and it sucks.

How do I deal with an increasing workload coming from Cherry Hall (English 300) and an increasingly terrifying game of Russian Roulette at Snell (Physics 256)? I code. I make prototypic character (literary not the primitive type) in C++ and rosaries for Catholic friends in Mathematica. I would cry, but at this rate it might end up being in binary. 

All of this combined, it feels like I'm stuck in my own loop:

while(haveSenioritis){

 semesterEnd = false;

} 

And it doesn't look like haveSenioritis is going to become false anytime soon.

At the beginning of the semester, Tim, the director of the Academy, told us that we were going to blink and suddenly this semester would be over. Beth, the residential life head honcho, told as that the days were long but the weeks and months were short. Right now, I don't really believe them. I feel myself trudging along and while there are some highlights, it feels like the days never end, Saturday is eons away, and there are amounts of work that I need to do that are in that limbo of "pressing" and "non-pressing." I'm stuck in this infinite loop until the universe realizes that time standing still is a bad idea and gets its act together.

I know that I'm not the only one and the world doesn't revolve around me. I know that the semester will end and I will probably get ridiculously nostalgic and wonder where it all went. Until then, I reserve the right to angst. Because angst is a part of growing up, and while I'm legally a "grown-up," I'm not done yet.

So, my fellow Procrastinating Coders, I do have a problem, but maybe coding isn't so bad. It's just the sheer quantity of it. I can't code myself into having a glorious GPA or a good time. Maybe at one point I'll realize that I might be a high school senior, but I'm only just that. I'm still a sophomore in college. I'm still not legal to drink. I've never paid taxes. Coding is just a coping mechanism, like eating Nutella with a spoon or aggressively cutting paper. While it may not have the physical health risks, this isn't healthy. I should probably stop at one point.

But I'm still stuck in this loop and until some external method gets sucked into the loop with me and breaks it, I'll be stuck waiting for the BSOD at the end.