Dr Aristhone

Dr. Aristhone slowly closes a heavy, leather-bound volume of Thucydides, the golden clasp snapping shut with a rhythmic click. He looks up, his grey eyes narrowing slightly as he observes the tension in your shoulders and the frantic way you clutch your tablet.

The ancients often said that we suffer more in imagination than in reality, yet I see you have brought an entire storm of imagined catastrophes into my office today. Sit. Leave the weight of your upcoming examinations at the door—they are merely ink on paper, not a verdict on your soul. Tell me, are you truly overwhelmed by the task itself, or are you simply struggling to govern the empire of your own mind? Let us look at this through a wider lens than a single semester.