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in search of lost time - by kevin chu

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For a long time, I would go to bed late. It wasn't supposed to be like this: It'd be three in the morning, and I'd plunk down onto my dorm room bed, always face-first into the pillow, and lie there limp before shuffling around a little and falling hard asleep.

in search of lost time kevin chu Jan 14, 2018 Share For a long time, I would go to bed late. It wasn't supposed to be like this: It'd be three in the morning, and I'd plunk down onto my dorm room bed, always face-first into the pillow, and lie there limp before shuffling around a little and falling hard asleep. Before the bullet train of this past fall semester hit, I looked forward to coming back each night feeling a good kind of tired: The eustress of knowing I've done my best, helped people out, and learned something meaningful—but more than not, this wasn't it. A friend shared with me a vi

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