Dear Final Exams,

Hi, it’s your old pal, we see each other twice a year, once in May once in December. Let’s put this out in the open straight away, I will be super nice to you, if you'll be super nice to me.

To the subject matter that will inevitably be on you, we’ve become pretty good friends all semester, albeit a few missed class days once in a while and that one exam I bombed like two months ago. We’re homies, right? We’ll be just fine. Please don’t go missing in my notes or my room or my backpack and make me completely unable to find you when I need you the most.

I’m being super civil to you right now, finals, considering that you have inhibited my Christmas spirit for the last seven years of my life. I would so much rather be watching ABC Family’s (Freeform now?) 25 Days of Christmas, and baking cookies, doing fun things, but no, I have to give you my undivided attention. Also, thanks a lot for existing until the last possible day for a student to have finals. Every semester I start thinking, “This will be the semester I get done early,” and every semester there is one part of you that is just sitting on that last day, laughing at me, because you know I have to wait for you. But, lo and behold, every year I study my heart out until the last second to study for every single test, even when all of my friends are home, and I will do it once again.

I fully intend on being unbelievably caffeinated the entirety of finals time, I intend on losing my marbles a little (although I’m talking to my exams so it appears that has already happened a little bit). I’m going to live on library food, and convince my roommates I’ve died because I won’t come home for such long periods of time. I will conquer you in effort, though you may win in result. "A for Effort" is a thing, right?

Despite you not letting me celebrate Christmas for a month, and despite you being a lot more mean to me than I am to you most often, let’s try once again to be friends, okay?

Love,

The terrified student