Dear Upcoming Finals,
Why must you exist? I was aware of your existence before the semester even began, but that still wasn’t enough time to prepare myself for the inevitable mental breakdowns and all nighters that you will bring. I am sure you are aware of what you do to the average college student. Cumulative exams for all five of my classes which are all equal to around 25 percent (if not more) of my final grade is absurd. I know I sound like a whiny brat right now, but I feel like I am given that right, because as soon as my Thanksgiving break is over, my life is about to be dedicated to you. I will still be recovering from my food coma as I sit down and pull out my battle supplies. Highlighters, flashcards, colored pens for organizing different types of notes, and my handy dandy laptop who never gets properly shut down at all in the following month.
And it's not just the mental stress that is associated with you that is a problem, it's the fact that you're just downright expensive. Coffee, energy drinks, tissues for the tears, alcohol (only for those over 21 of course), and school supplies start adding up after a while. And while we are discussing that, let’s just also take a moment to mourn any semblance of a life I had prior to this month. I can hear myself now. “Sorry guys, I can’t come out tonight, this [insert any class name here] exam is coming up next week! Go on without me, have fun!” Do you know how difficult it is for me to turn down hanging out with people? It’s not easy being an extrovert during finals times! I get really awful anxiety if I don’t get to communicate with people and socialize, and during this month, virtually everyone I know is busy.
The worst part about all of this is the fact that I keep referring to the finals period as a month. I know damn well I am going to whine about finals for all of December, and then procrastinate until two to three days before each final and then attempt to cram a semester’s worth of material in that amount of time…maybe that’s the reason I struggle so much at this time. And I guess at the end of the day, that isn’t your fault, but it's easier to blame you than to take responsibility for my own procrastination….so I guess in conclusion, screw you finals.
Sincerely,
An exhausted college student
P.S: Re-read this letter every semester, because I doubt it’s ever going to change.
