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Laura Reynolds looks at the habits of exam-weary students
During the past few weeks of frantic essay-writing, punctuated with frequent bouts of procrastination (or alternately, feelings of guilt) I have realised I possess the innate inability to revise without food. Call it delusion or a skewed form of procrastination, but my mind and body seem to disintegrate into a shuddering, helpless mass the moment I sense the absence of shiny, foiled packets containing preservative-laden goodies on my desk.
Averaging at least one pack of Maryland cookies (double chocolate chip, if you care to ask) per day, I transformed into a real-life form of Sesame Street's cookie monster. Not only did my skin begin to radiate with a distinct blue pallor due to lack of sleep, hours of staring at a sterile white laptop screen made my eyes appear googly and even somewhat lopsided. My linguistic ability rapidly deteriorated, and I was reduced to uttering four syllables in vague, guttural tones of 'Me want cookie', or if I was sated and satisfied, a rough equivalent of 'Awwwn nom nom nom', complete with crumbs flying out of my mouth and landing all over my laptop in a cloud of dust.
I was going to draw another comparison with the similarly blue-shaded Dr Manhattan from Alan Moore's graphic novel Watchmen, but then realised the aforementioned superhero could probably scribble a thousand words a minute and has far more troubling issues to worry about than where his next cookies may be coming from. Moreover, unlike Dr M I would rather not stroll around this university unclothed, since the vast quantity of cookies I have devoured has wrecked havoc on my figure, leaving me with a rather unsightly paunch.
Needless to say, my friends found my obsession highly amusing as they witnessed the consequences of a day spent without cookies, which I can only describe as eerily akin to a drug addict going cold turkey. Let's not spare the details here. My hands started shaking, I begun to grit my teeth in agitation and my heightened sensitivity towards the slightest sound convinced me that there was a person clambering up the stairs to knock on my door and offer me a whole array of delicious, freshly-baked, decadent, triple chocolate chip cookies on a shiny silver tray. They would be obsequious in manner and would obey my every food-related whim, like a low-cost version of a personalised concierge service.
Sadly such thinking was the stuff of fantasy, and so instead I begun to stare menacingly at anyone in possession of the special stuff. If they even thought about leaving their snacks alone for just a second, you can be sure I'd pounce on it with unprecedented glee before galloping through campus and devouring it with as much abandon as a pickpocket who'd just found a hundred pounds in cold hard cash lying on the street.
Of course, now that my essays are handed in, I have the luxury of indulging in the strange concept of 'free time'. My cookie addiction is slowly fading away, and long, leisurely days spent basking in the sun are gradually overtaking my need for all things chocolate chip and sugary. That said, you should still be warned. If I bump into anyone carrying cookies, I'll snatch them and run faster than you can say 'Me eat cookie'.
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