The stress has not yet set in. Let's take advantage of this.
So begins the week where I hole myself up in my room, emerging only to refill my coffee mug. It's the week where jeans and a sweatshirt become the outfit of choice because I can't be bothered to look for anything cuter to wear; the week where my bed becomes little more than a giant shelf for books, papers, and distant memories of restful days. It's the week where where it's common to find everybody on my AIM Buddly List still online at 5 AM; the week where the most awful jokes are suddenly hilarious because that certain point of exhaustion makes everything funny.
Apparently, it's also the week where I wax poetic and write LJ entries like this in an effort to distract myself from being productive.
I don't actually have anything today, but I have a thesis paper due tomorrow at 3 (on Rebel without a Cause, no less; I'm really going to miss film classes). Thursday is going to be the fun day with an in-class final at 1:30 and two 4-page papers due at 4. Not too bad, really. I've had worse Finals Weeks.
It hasn't quite sunk in that after I turn in those last papers, I'll have pretty much completed my undergrad collegiate career. Once my body has caught up with sleep and flushed out all of the caffeine, though, the realization that I have to be an adult now will probably hit pretty hard. All of those half-joking exclamations of "I don't know what to do with my adult life!" that began around senior year of high school will suddenly--and I assume painfully--ring true.
For now, I'm going to allow myself to be distracted by the stress of finals one last time. Unless I decide to go to grad school, in which case I'll suffer through schoolwork then, too. But that's besides the point right now.
Good luck to those about to descent into the darkness that is Finals Week!
So about those alternative familial structures in Rebel without a Cause...
Apparently, it's also the week where I wax poetic and write LJ entries like this in an effort to distract myself from being productive.
I don't actually have anything today, but I have a thesis paper due tomorrow at 3 (on Rebel without a Cause, no less; I'm really going to miss film classes). Thursday is going to be the fun day with an in-class final at 1:30 and two 4-page papers due at 4. Not too bad, really. I've had worse Finals Weeks.
It hasn't quite sunk in that after I turn in those last papers, I'll have pretty much completed my undergrad collegiate career. Once my body has caught up with sleep and flushed out all of the caffeine, though, the realization that I have to be an adult now will probably hit pretty hard. All of those half-joking exclamations of "I don't know what to do with my adult life!" that began around senior year of high school will suddenly--and I assume painfully--ring true.
For now, I'm going to allow myself to be distracted by the stress of finals one last time. Unless I decide to go to grad school, in which case I'll suffer through schoolwork then, too. But that's besides the point right now.
Good luck to those about to descent into the darkness that is Finals Week!
So about those alternative familial structures in Rebel without a Cause...