Lord, Ikaw na Bahala: Hell Week Edition Written by: Jereline A. Masaoy Hell Week. The season where sleep becomes a myth, coffee becomes your blood type, and your notes suddenly start looking like they were written in ancient ruins. It is that magical time of the semester when even the most religious atheists start whispering prayers, and group chats turn into therapy centers filled with memes, “same” replies, and panic-fueled reviewers.                                                                                       You know it is Hell Week when most of the passengers in the jeep are students clutching thick reviewers like their lives depend on it. Meanwhile, you only had one hour of sleep and zero hope left. Back then, you entered class with a full glam makeup. N...