There is a time every year at my university where it’s really difficult to try and go to class. An entire week, filled with paranoia, with the ominous “will I survive?” question hanging over my head. It’s the week of Humans Vs. Zombies. Waking up on Monday morning and tying that bandana on my arm means one thing - I am going to lose a ton of socks this week, and I’m probably going to get my exercise for the year done in a second.