Now that I am a graduate student again, I am subject to the post-holiday blues that come the Monday after Thanksgiving break. The day when you realize you didn’t get enough work done on your seminar papers because you took a two-hour nap every day during the long weekend and saw the really bad holiday-release movies. I tell myself “this is healthy”; I can’t work myself to death every minute of every day, or I will get sick. So, I relaxed, enjoyed and did not study much. It must be a curse; because today, I woke up with an awful sore throat. I know I’m being jinxed for not sticking to a rigorous schedule. So in desparation, and on the advice of my sister Emily, I bought a product called Airborne. “Take at the first sign of a cold.” I hope it works. I have a stack of research staring me in the face, a two-day trip to New York planned this weekend, and no time to be sick. So, if I overdose on Airborne, it was only out of my relentless desire to get straight A’s.