Finals. That dreaded week of not-enough-sleep, junky meals, cranky roommates, crowded libraries, stressed-out students, and frustration for everyone.
Especially when your internet is a joke.
But, don't fret, my finals are basically done. Yup, only one left and we're only halfway through the week!
Yay, me!
All I have is my scheduled oral final tomorrow for my American Novel class. He likes us to be a bit more insightful than I am capable of, so positive vibes would be very much appreciated.
We'll see how it goes. Hopefully I'll be coherent (it's at 8:00am) and hopefully I'll be able to remember all that I've read and all that we've discussed.
But anyways, this is how I feel/felt about finals week this semester.
Okay, let's be real. Every semester.
Know what I mean? Finals should be classified as cruel and unusual punishment. We've already been tested on it, why should we be tested again???
And all these doctors are saying "more sleep" and "less stress" make you healthy.
Thank you, professors. When I die young, I'll know who to blame.
Apparently, if you find your roommate dead you get A's for the semester. I shouldn't of learned that. Now every semester I wonder who should be the one to go.
Do you get A's for the semester if you're the one to die?
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