It’s that time of year again. It’s been slowly building up for the past few weeks and things have now reached that familiar, dreaded crescendo. Yep, it’s that time when I cut myself off from friends, family, and most other forms of interaction to get myself through what is known as “Finals Week.”
I have a 20-page paper due by Tuesday. It’s for a ridiculously unorganized and challenging class that is worth about 4 times more credits than I’m getting for it. (The class actually turned out okay. A little exhausting, but okay…like most classes.)
I haven’t exactly started on the paper yet…and there are of course the final exams themselves to cram for.
But it’s actually not as bad this year. It isn’t nearly as bad as last semester, which I still can’t believe I got through in one piece. I think I lost about 8 pounds because of that. Maybe it’ll only be about 4 pounds this time around.
I hate life right now, but in a few days, I will experience immense joy in just being alive.
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