Finals week is notorious for copious amounts of food and coffee, a lot of tears, and more work than you know what to do with. However, the feelings you get the first few hours after handing in that very last final is just indescribable.
It goes a little something like this:
Stage One: Pure Bliss
My friend ran out of the building and shouted "I smell the ice cream truck!" as we ran to eat our favorite dinner. There was no ice cream truck in sight, but the feeling of being done with finals causes one to regress back to having childlike visions and behaviors. This feeling of glee is not unlike being drunk. This stage lasts only as long as the all night library hangover you've been fighting off all day stays on you.
Stage Two: "I'm tired."
While you've been staying awake off of pure adrenaline for the past week, you've slowly been getting more and more drained on the inside. Dragging yourself to your room to start packing is a challenge when all you want to do is to curl up in a ball and sleep for ten years.
Stage Three: Pure Deliriousness
Some people choose to hightail it off campus and head straight for home, but others let Stage Two get the best of them and get a good night's sleep first. However, the conversations this last night on campus usually go a little something like this:
"Why do we poop out of our butts anyway?" - Friend
"I wonder if we tried hard enough if we could poop out of our ears..." - Me.
And...
"I had to write this paper for my religion class where we wrote our own eulogies." - Me
"See, that's a weird assignment because eulogies always involve bragging about the person. You know, I wonder if murderers get eulogies..." - Friend
Stage Four: I LOVE EVERYTHING!
In this moment, you realize that you have successfully completed yet another semester of college. You are one step closer to earning your degree. You're about to go home for a month of books and cuddles with your puppy. Suddenly, you want to hug everyone and everything in sight. You go you!
It's all over now! Happy winter break, everyone!
