Finals Week As Described By Dwight Schrute

Finals Week As Described By Dwight Schrute

Beet farmers take tests, too.

Finals week is intimidating, but it can be absolutely menacing without a plan. Before you start to study, you need to think of what your strategy is going to be.

There is so much promise going into finals week. You can see the light at the end of the tunnel (aka mom's cooking and free WiFi) if you can only make it through this last round of exams. Your backpack is stuffed, thermos full and you are off to the library. Let's go!

Getting started isn't always easy. I mean, no one will even know how studious you are if you don't take a couple Snapchats and post an Instagram of your study setup. Plus, where did all these people come from? The library is even above Walmart on the "Best Places To People Watch" list.

You will eventually get started, though, and this time will quickly turn into a caffeine-fueled stress fest. This is the point where you finally realize that you know nothing.Then comes the panicking and regret for every minute of class you spent on Pinterest or daydreaming about the leftover Mexican food in your refrigerator.

At some point you will reach the stage where you start to question every life decision you have ever made. Do you even like this major? Should you just drop out of college? Maybe you could be a karate instructor? How much do they get paid?

Next comes the delirium. By now, you have taken in so much information that your brain has physically cut you off. The different subjects and concepts are becoming such a blur that you cannot even remember the simplest of facts.

Your sleep deprivation paired with the multiple breakdowns you had alone in your library cubicle make you a threat to anyone you come in contact with on the morning of your exam. That overly cheery Starbucks worker you usually find charming? Not today.

Of course you will also get caught in the herd of zombified students all headed to their respective deaths... I mean exams. Again I ask, where did all of these people come from?

Finally, the moment is here and that test booklet is smacked onto your desk. You are confident. You are prepared. Then your professor says the most heinous word in all of education: comprehensive.

Then something magical happens, you realize that you actually learned this semester.

Now begins the waiting game. You will monitor your computer closer than security at Fort Knox waiting for your grade to be posted. Honestly, how hard can it be to run a Scantron through a machine and type a number in your grade book?

The alert has finally come in that a new grade has been posted. So many thoughts run through your mind when you see the letter "A" but you mostly:

Celebration time! Who cares that you have slept three hours in five days? Who cares that your main food groups are coffee and Skittles? You did not work this hard for nothing. Time to load up the gang and let off all of the stress of school.

Until next semester, finals week.

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There's a huge difference between being modest while breastfeeding and just being straight up careless, trashy and disrespectful to those around you. Why don't you try popping out a boob without a baby attached to it and see how long it takes for you to get arrested for public indecency? Strange how that works, right?

So many people talking about it bring up the point of how we shouldn't "sexualize" breastfeeding and seeing a woman's breasts while doing so. Actually, all of these people are missing the point. It's not sexual, it's just purely immodest and disrespectful.

If you see a girl in a shirt cut too low, you call her a slut. If you see a celebrity post a nude photo, you call them immodest and a terrible role model. What makes you think that pulling out a breast in the middle of public is different, regardless of what you're doing with it?

If I'm eating in a restaurant, I would be disgusted if the person at the table next to me had their bare feet out while they were eating. It's just not appropriate. Neither is pulling out your breast for the entire general public to see.

Nobody asked you to put a blanket over your kid's head to feed them. Nobody asked you to go feed them in a dirty bathroom. But you don't need to basically be topless to feed your kid. Growing up, I watched my mom feed my younger siblings in public. She never shied away from it, but the way she did it was always tasteful and never drew attention. She would cover herself up while doing it. She would make sure that nothing inappropriate could be seen. She was lowkey about it.

Mindblowing, right? Wait, you can actually breastfeed in public and not have to show everyone what you're doing? What a revolutionary idea!

There is nothing wrong with feeding your baby. It's something you need to do, it's a part of life. But there is definitely something wrong with thinking it's fine to expose yourself to the entire world while doing it. Nobody wants to see it. Nobody cares if you're feeding your kid. Nobody cares if you're trying to make some sort of weird "feminist" statement by showing them your boobs.

Cover up. Be modest. Be mindful. Be respectful. Don't want to see my boobs? Good, I don't want to see yours either. Hard to believe, I know.

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I Never Wanted To Go To College

I never wanted to go to college, but I stayed because I learned some things along the way - who knew.


I went because it's what the family expected from me. It's a step towards a successful career path. And obviously because it's a natural progression from high school. But deep down I never wanted to go because I really found no reason to be there.

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That was until I fell into a philosophy class that was really challenging. It was challenging in a way that I hadn't been experienced in a while. I was having trouble understanding the material but desperately wanted to learn it. I read books over and over until the concepts were crystal clear. It also helped that I had a teacher who was passionate about the subject as well.

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