Last semester, I wasn’t stressing too much the week before finals. I mean, it was a pretty easy ride, honestly, and I loved myself for it. No papers due, no homework, no extra busy work. Just me, Netflix, and my free HBOgo, courtesy of on-campus housing. This semester, however, is a totally different story. I thought it would be smooth sailing for me like it always is, but boy was I wrong. The fact that I’m writing this article right now is kind of an indication of what’s going on with me at the moment. The current time is 4:32 a.m., and I have my final writing assignment due tomorrow morning, but at least there will be food there.
In all seriousness, though, hell week killed me. I lost all sense and understanding of time. It did not exist. Caffeine was my lifeline, and my bed was my best friend. After finally turning in one of the many assignments due and sleeping nearly 12 hours, I just have to say that I have never felt so burnt out in my life. I woke up at four in the afternoon, and I jumped right back into what Nikias put me at this university to do: write the hell out of this final essay.
Doing that, though, was one of the hardest things I have experienced at USC. I’m joking, obviously, but still, it is not a fun time. I spent hours listening and downloading music, making playlists, watching Beyonce’s "Lemonade," looking up recipes that my boyfriend and I could try out, googling questions I really didn’t need the answers to, and looking up what USC’s student health insurance covers -- did you know that we get a pretty good deal on chiropractic services?
Anyway, spending the last few days of your semester at Club Leavey daydreaming about the summer is not how you want to remember the end of the year. At least not for me. I feel like a hypocrite for saying this, but do not, I repeat do not procrastinate. Please start your term paper and other semester-long assignments at an appropriate time, and do not download useless games on your phone to kill some time, because time doesn’t exist, and you can’t afford to kill it anyway. If you fail to take my advice like I do, at least you can just refer back to this article for things you can do instead of finishing your work.
The night is no longer young, I have my final writing assignment due tomorrow morning, but at least there will be food there. See, now I am thoroughly enjoying my time spent awake in the wee hours of the morning procrastination and daydreaming about food and the time I will be done with this paper rather than actually doing something to make that happen.
Happy end of classes, everyone. I hope your brain is functioning better than mine is right now and you can’t hear the birds waking up, because it’s 5am, and I am going to bed.
