The steady hum of the fan murmurs in the silence of my dorm room. The brightness of the lamp contrasts sharply with the stifling gloom of the rest of the room. It's way past midnight, yet I'm still awake, pondering. I lean back in my chair to get away, but the nagging reminder of a quickly-approaching deadline still overwhelms me. I can almost feel the depressive stress permeating the dorm as everyone races to finish his project. [redacted potentially personally...

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