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If my parents knew how I survived college, they’d be shocked. I remember staring at my laptop at 2 a.m., a pile of textbooks on one side and my boss calling every ten minutes on the other. “You have to finish this report today,” she barked. And there I was, supposed to write a 10-page essay due in eight hours. Panic hit me like a ton of bricks. I muttered to myself, “How am I even going to survive this semester?