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If there's any time of year I hate, it's the week of finals. While there aren't many things in the universe that I can say truly hold no value to me, these hours and days leading up to finals fill me with such revulsion and doubt that I can't stand it (the diarrhea is a downer, too. Haha, just kidding!. But seriously, it sucks). I actually only have three classes to worry about finals in now, thanks to the pure pwnage being one of the few people in chemistry to get my unknown on the first try, but these remaining gauntlets of academic knowledge are actually beginning to scare me. I'm sure math wouldn't be so bad if I had just stayed awake during class, since it all seemed superfluous given I could always cram for a test the night before without having done any of the homework. Now my grade is shit, and this final will ultimately determine whether I get college credit and warrant taking this hellish class. Goverment isn't looking too good, since he's giving us the whole 51 minutes of class tomorrow to finish our final. Seems easy, but we're being tested on at least twenty supreme court cases, a sizeable amount of the amendments, various preceedings that have to deal with the law making process, and most likely more things that I can't remember. All in less than an hour. It doesn't help that he informed us that he flunked his own test. Thanks Mullins, you rock.
The Humanities final is the only one that I'm going into with the explicit purpose of doing well on for myself. Honestly, none of my finals are really going to impact my semester grades. This is the one time where I feel an obligation to do well out of respect to the person teaching the course and their mutual respect for me. It's the most all-encompassing of any exam I'll ever take, ranging from history, philosophy, art, and music. It's a veritable cornucopia of delicious factoids that I long to devour and retain forever, and one day regurgitate en masse on the canvas society, not unlike the common Pollock (though hopefully much cleaner and easier to interpret). This final is truly the one by which I'll judge whether I have taken anything away from my senior academic experience this year.
On a non academic note, fuck all of you seeing Star Wars tonight or sometime in the coming days before the weekend. The inner geek in me is simultaneously cursing you in alien tongues and weeping in sorrow at missing the cinema event I've anticipated for my whole life.
The Humanities final is the only one that I'm going into with the explicit purpose of doing well on for myself. Honestly, none of my finals are really going to impact my semester grades. This is the one time where I feel an obligation to do well out of respect to the person teaching the course and their mutual respect for me. It's the most all-encompassing of any exam I'll ever take, ranging from history, philosophy, art, and music. It's a veritable cornucopia of delicious factoids that I long to devour and retain forever, and one day regurgitate en masse on the canvas society, not unlike the common Pollock (though hopefully much cleaner and easier to interpret). This final is truly the one by which I'll judge whether I have taken anything away from my senior academic experience this year.
On a non academic note, fuck all of you seeing Star Wars tonight or sometime in the coming days before the weekend. The inner geek in me is simultaneously cursing you in alien tongues and weeping in sorrow at missing the cinema event I've anticipated for my whole life.