Finals are hitting me hard, and it's the first semester of my freshman year! I have two papers to do for tomorrow, and... ugh...
Losing sleep... studying relentlessly and reading what I was supposed to have read two months ago, and BSing on my Brit Lit critical essay...
And not to mention hobbling aroudn campus with a broken toe and the slowest elevators in the history of the world...
And yes, they just HAVE to redo two parking lots at the same time,s o I have to walk extra far, be extra late, and sometimes not even find a parking spot because the parking on my campus sucks.
Can I just have christmas break now?
*goes off to cry and console herself with copious amounts of Christmas Music*
Nah, I'm not majoring in English. I was going to, but then I realized my true CAREER interests lie elsewhere (namely, when I transfer I'm going to major in Russian and Eastern European Studies with a comajor in Slavic Languages and Literature. Yes, I do like to torture myself, why?).
Thanks for the sympathy... college students can ALWAYS use it...
I'm with you. I can totally sympathize. Last week I was freaking out and stressing because of all the papers and crap I had to do, and I'm still freaking out because I have to pay my college $324 by the 17th (What, do I look like I'm made of money here?), and I have no clue how I'm going to pay it. I'm thinking (and hoping) that my parents can go halves on it with me. *crosses fingers*
Suffice it to say that I'm done with my finals, thank God, and I wish all of you the best of luck. After your finals, reward yourselves with nice long naps. :)
I love papers. I can crank a decent one out in twenty minutes flat. The skill of living with three screaming harpies for eight weeks. Fortunately, I have now vacated the nest. Whoo! And I just turned in my design portfolio for theatre! Whoo again!
After my finals I'm totally bingeing (sp?) on Ben and Jerry's. Yay for Phish Food!
Don't let finals kill you. Wouldn't that totally suck to have your cause of death listed as 'Finals Week'?
Nope! As of now (and at all times in the future, if I have anything to do with it - Ha!) I'm cruisin' in a Harpy Free Zone.
Old Roomates Plus Six Other Who Constantly Invaded the Room: [at Midnight] BITCHBITCHBITCHLOUDMUSICTVFASHIONMANICUREBITCH! Me: Uhhh, guys? Can you be quiet? I have an eight-thirty class tomorrow. I need sleep. Old Roomates: Yeah, sure. bitchbitchbitchwe'renotloudatallandshe'sabitchbitch! Me:......
Ha! But I moved! Huzzah for quiet, awesome roomates! Woot!
I am all about the quiet awesome roomates! Esp. after the one in freshman year had friends in the room that puked on my bed. Thank goodness I'm in an apartment now, and not a tiny box of a dorm room.
Amazing how these people don't understand the concept of 8:30 classes (which are unfair, but not the point). Oh, that's right. They never atttend class.
I just got done with my last one for the quarter, a nasty one called Material Thermodynamics, where everything is the same even if it's different. Confused? I was. 5 problems, each multi-part, given 2 hours.
Yup, today was my first day of finals. Just got back from Physiological Psychology, and ha, ha! Well, I'll be happy with my nice, average B.
Misery loves company and all that, so here's me commiserating: I hate finals so hard in the face. I have to write a paper for 20th century American Literature (my least favorite genre) that ties together all seven books we read this semester under one thesis about the purpose of writing, and then another paper for Literary Criticism and Theory (there's that awesome word again). Your finals sound meaner, though. I mean, you're a big fancy graduate student and all.
And now for encouragement (because we're here for you, too): You can do it! Wheee!
Ick, I was never big on the late American Lit myself. Plus, "the purpose of writing" sounds like a terrible, terrible paper topic. I suppose there's some deep, "we write to inform the world of the human condition" reason the prof is looking for.
My finals are not necessarily meaner in a harder questions way, but in a if you get a B- or less YOU FAIL.
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Finals are hitting me hard, and it's the first semester of my freshman year! I have two papers to do for tomorrow, and... ugh...
Losing sleep... studying relentlessly and reading what I was supposed to have read two months ago, and BSing on my Brit Lit critical essay...
And not to mention hobbling aroudn campus with a broken toe and the slowest elevators in the history of the world...
And yes, they just HAVE to redo two parking lots at the same time,s o I have to walk extra far, be extra late, and sometimes not even find a parking spot because the parking on my campus sucks.
Can I just have christmas break now?
*goes off to cry and console herself with copious amounts of Christmas Music*
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Are you an English major? Because I think BSing on a Brit Lit exam is our majoral sport.
And you have a broken toe?! Man, you are just the unluckiest of people on the planet. I broke my big toe once, and OUCH!
*wishes Christmas break comes as quickly as possible for your sake*
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Thanks for the sympathy... college students can ALWAYS use it...
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Suffice it to say that I'm done with my finals, thank God, and I wish all of you the best of luck. After your finals, reward yourselves with nice long naps. :)
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Lucky you, all done with finals there. Bah. I Bah at you!
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After my finals I'm totally bingeing (sp?) on Ben and Jerry's. Yay for Phish Food!
Don't let finals kill you. Wouldn't that totally suck to have your cause of death listed as 'Finals Week'?
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Dammit, now you know I'm just going to go out and buy some tomorrow, right?
Oh, man. Are the harpies people you're going to have to go back to? Because if so, I am so sorry.
I guess this means I can add "Finals Week" to my list of things I don't ever want on my coroner's report.
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Old Roomates Plus Six Other Who Constantly Invaded the Room: [at Midnight] BITCHBITCHBITCHLOUDMUSICTVFASHIONMANICUREBITCH!
Me: Uhhh, guys? Can you be quiet? I have an eight-thirty class tomorrow. I need sleep.
Old Roomates: Yeah, sure. bitchbitchbitchwe'renotloudatallandshe'sabitchbitch!
Me:......
Ha! But I moved! Huzzah for quiet, awesome roomates! Woot!
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Amazing how these people don't understand the concept of 8:30 classes (which are unfair, but not the point). Oh, that's right. They never atttend class.
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Misery loves company and all that, so here's me commiserating: I hate finals so hard in the face. I have to write a paper for 20th century American Literature (my least favorite genre) that ties together all seven books we read this semester under one thesis about the purpose of writing, and then another paper for Literary Criticism and Theory (there's that awesome word again). Your finals sound meaner, though. I mean, you're a big fancy graduate student and all.
And now for encouragement (because we're here for you, too): You can do it! Wheee!
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My finals are not necessarily meaner in a harder questions way, but in a if you get a B- or less YOU FAIL.
You can do it too! We can all do it!
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