Here's to you and here's to me, I bet the rest of the world can agree, that we hate you dearly.
Finals.
I can't tell you how much I don't appreciate you. Though you aren't quite the bane of my existence, you make me want to drink and throw things. How's that for measure?
I could definitely imagine a life without you. Picture it with me, friends:
Netflix binges, spare time to chat with my sister-friends, more than 4 hours of sleep every 48 hours. It would be a great time, a party if you will. To have an actual break at the end of the semester where I just sit back and look at all the hard work I've put in over the semester. Celebrating my hard work and the end of yet another semester, one step closer to my degree.
*record scratch* ... "Good try" said finals.
Instead, after grinding all semester to get the grades I desire, I am given a single study day. A tiny interlude of 24 hours to cover four courses worth of material. Let's not even dwell on those poor souls who are taking 18 plus hours. Here I am, stabbed in the back as I am scheduled for two exams in the span of about four hours. To finish me off I have a rapid turnover of another exam the next day, bright and early at 8am. There would be another final wedge somewhere had I not dropped my spanish class. Lo siento no lo siento.
Who might I ask, thought that this was a good idea? How could you possibly assess what I've learned throughout the semester at the same time as all of my other courses. What could I have actually processed, learned, and not just merely memorized, when there is information thrown at me every day for an hour and a half or so? To be fair, It's not impossible because somehow we're all managing to pull through, it's just not ok friends. It should be a crime punishable by making a payment towards my tuition or debt from loans.
Okay, okay, maybe i'm a little dramatic and i've actually done pretty well on my finals. All I have to say is that finals are not productive of good vibes or happy times. They only bring caffeine addictions, exhaustion, depression, frustration, and ground level gpas. Along with tears, binge eating or loss of appetite, and result in mush for brains.
Quick shout out to the professors who either out of laziness or pity, deviate from the cumulative route and focus on the present material. To the professors who allow exemptions to those who busted their tails to make nothing short of an 90 on each exam. God bless the professors who opt out of exams all together and allow group projects and papers be the final factor because we all know how to bullcrap a good last minute paper. There are angels out there who give take-home exams. *Bows head in prayer* The real MVPs.
For those of you who just loveeee school, have close to a 5.0 (it's a joke don't roast me), and think i'm just lazy or being a baby please refer to my salud to finals at the end of this article.
To my friends who have finals coming up: Study hard but don't forget to take care of yourself. Think of all the time you'll have for activities once this is over. Most importantly OWN those finals! Don't let them take you out this far in the game. You got this, I believe in you.
As for me, I took my last final today at 8am, crushed it.
So, Here's to you finals.. *Insert middle finger emoji*
Sorry Mom :)
