"I feel like Tom Thumb!"
exclaimed seventeen year old Monica, aloud. "I am drowning in a sea
of knowledge."
She quickly looked around the library to see if anyone had overheard her. At a nearby table, a partially bald, old man with a beard and dark mustache, appeared to be reading, but was obviously falling asleep.
"Maybe he's deaf?" thought Monica, relieved to see his hearing-aid only partially inserted into his left ear. He did not budge.
Monica was wrestling with first year college courses, and feeling so overwhelmed that she envisioned herself growing smaller and smaller in the huge, academic world continually flooded with knowledge, far beyond her scope.
"Just one hour more," she told herself, but she knew that time was running out.
In a growing state of panic, Monica tried to concentrate on her work, as her final exam was scheduled for the morning. To date, she had only reviewed less than a third of her course content.
Moments later, her head began to swirl. In her mind's eye, the old man from the next table was dancing on top of her notebook. He twirled around, going faster and faster. Suddenly, he disappeared into a thick fog.
"Tom Thumb!" She exclaimed, as she came to lying on the floor, several moments later. She looked around for him, but he was gone.
"Too much stress for this young lady," the librarian commented to the medical attendant, who assisted her into the ambulance. "It happens all the time!"
She quickly looked around the library to see if anyone had overheard her. At a nearby table, a partially bald, old man with a beard and dark mustache, appeared to be reading, but was obviously falling asleep.
"Maybe he's deaf?" thought Monica, relieved to see his hearing-aid only partially inserted into his left ear. He did not budge.
Monica was wrestling with first year college courses, and feeling so overwhelmed that she envisioned herself growing smaller and smaller in the huge, academic world continually flooded with knowledge, far beyond her scope.
"Just one hour more," she told herself, but she knew that time was running out.
In a growing state of panic, Monica tried to concentrate on her work, as her final exam was scheduled for the morning. To date, she had only reviewed less than a third of her course content.
Moments later, her head began to swirl. In her mind's eye, the old man from the next table was dancing on top of her notebook. He twirled around, going faster and faster. Suddenly, he disappeared into a thick fog.
"Tom Thumb!" She exclaimed, as she came to lying on the floor, several moments later. She looked around for him, but he was gone.
"Too much stress for this young lady," the librarian commented to the medical attendant, who assisted her into the ambulance. "It happens all the time!"
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