Arts journalism grad student Greg Cwik muses on music selections that complement his studying.
When the realization of midterms’ looming presence finally becomes a bitter reality— that inevitable convulsion of clarity a splinter in your mind you’ve been picking at for five weeks but only now grasp, and you descend upon the library with your fellow classmates in droves, long serpentine lines of sweat pants three-days worn and iPhones fast-tracked to Wikipedia shimmering in the sun and headphones planted in ears with the dependency of pacemakers, and every study room is...