This time of year, as predictable as the grey overcast sky and the fog rolling in from the lakes, a pall of anxiety descends over Cornell students. No, it is not the inevitable hangover one expects after the frenetic excitement of a historic presidential election. Nor is it the case of post-birthday blues, felt by Carrie Bronsther ’10 and myself, but few others. Somehow, there is an eerie feel of familiarity to this anxiety, like an old friend knocking on the door: it is the stress of prelims.