With weeks winding down and projects piling up faster than we can comprehend them, it is very easy to throw away the importance of the final term paper that is due just days before taking the final walk across the graduation stage. So here are ten reasons why the final paper is the paper to end all papers.
1) It is the final paper EVER: In the back of your mind, you realize that after completing this paper, the final couple days of school will be so chill, you will feel like that hot pocket from last year in the back of your freezer.
2) You do not care about the topic: You could be writing about anything on earth, whether you love it or hate it, you could care less about the topic assigned. It is the final paper and that's all you care about.
3) Research is nonexistent: You have done dozens of research papers over your four years, yet this last paper seems to require much more of your effort. Walking all fifty yards to the library is such a burden that it does not seem worth the hassle.
4)Everything else seems more interesting: Clean my dorm room? Sure. Go grocery shopping? Why not, anything to get me away from my laptop.
5) Your friends' schedules seem so much easier: You see your friends going out at night, laughing and carrying on, when in your heart of hearts, you realize they are doing exactly what you are doing, waiting until the final seconds to hit submit.
6) You seem to forget every detail about having to write a paper: Even though your professor believes you are an expert at writing, you throw your cumulative knowledge away and stare blankly at the screen...for days.
7) YouTube is more interesting than you remembered: Need I say more?
8) Netflix is life: Enough said...
9) You tell all of your friends how much work you have, but in reality, it's just a measly, ten page paper: Because of this paper, all other homework seems pointless, and you make sure to let your friends know how hard of a life you have.
10) When it's over, you laugh maniacally and pass out: The final citation is typed out and the paper is emailed to your professor, ten seconds before the due date. You close your laptop with bloodshot eyes, blast heavy metal, and get hype over the fact that you will never have anything like that for the rest of your days. Go summer!