We all have mixed feelings about the end of the semester. I’m excited for the final hurrah of late night anxiety attacks in front of a boiling bowl of ramen noodles (especially when said noodles find their way to your research paper on the table). I’m thrilled for the finale of each painful syllabus.
By this time, I’m looking forward to a week without daily breakdowns and tears of anguish. However, before we reach that point of glory we must survive a week of finals. We have to get past the weeping and gnashing of teeth in order to break through the gates of summer.
Can we skip to the part where I’m bursting through the doors after my last class and singing with Troy about what time it is? Oh wait, that’s High School Musical.
Either way, I’m ready and I know you are too. We’ve got our last brain cells holding on by a thread screaming at each other, possibly whipping around some lightsabers and saying things like “I am your Father.” Those little guys are ready too.
I’ve got on my lucky socks with seagulls eating French fries on them and I’m definitely reciting Philippians 4:13 until my tongue gets dry. People are starting to look at me weird now because my eyes are an interesting shade of red and I have an alfalfa hair sticking out of my head (I didn’t mean for that to rhyme but I’m glad it did).
Anyway, the point of this article is to tell you that it’s okay. It's okay to look like Chewbacca’s third cousin during the next few weeks even if you start chanting the lyrics to “Get Back Up Again” from Trolls (oh wait, that might just be me). Everyone else is in the same boat. We’re all losing it and clawing for that semi-exceptional grade.
You can do this. I’m not just saying that to encourage you, I’m saying that because you actually can. Despite the anxiety and the desperation, finals will be over soon and they can be conquered with a resounding BOOM of triumph and A’s.
So, eat your ramen noodles with pride and work your butt off until it’s time to slather yourself in sunscreen and break out in song. This is coming from someone who has a tendency to be scatterbrained and unprepared. I get it.
Now let’s do it.
