The Stages Of The End Of The Semester

The Stages Of The End Of The Semester

Coming to terms with the headache that is the end of the semester.

1. Denial:

The realization that another semester is drawing to a close, has not entirely set in. At this stage, we still think we have time to pull our grades up even though we may have failed the midterm and that one group project did NOT go as planned. We convince ourselves everything is fine, that the final isn't for a couple more weeks, for the reality would send us into down spiraling madness.

2. Anger:

At this stage we are experiencing pure, and unadulterated rage. We can't help but thinking, "why do bad grades happen to good people?" We begin to take out our passive aggressiveness on our roommates by leaving angry notes about the dirty dishes in the sink – that have been there for ten minutes, which might as well be ten years. We begin to think that it's the professors that are out to get us, when really we have no one to blame but ourselves.

3. Bargaining:

Once we've understood that the professors have the capability to save our grades, we begin to kiss up. We seek to make compromises in hopes that our professors will take mercy on us and change that C on our midterm paper to a B. The professor we couldn't even make eye contact with for the first 2 months of school is now our best friend. We may even stand a chance if we bring them baked goods. Keep in mind, however, that graveling did not work with the Financial Aid office, so why would it work here?

4. Depression:

All hope is lost. There is no turning back now. We begin to regret all those nights we decided to stay up and watch Scream Queens instead of going through our flash cards for our psychology test the next day. We make irrational assumptions about the past, thinking that if we would've not taken those 30 extra seconds to use the bathroom we might have gotten one point higher on our biology pop quiz. At this point, it feels as though the whole world is crashing around us. We become reclusive and do nothing but sit in our beds sobbing, eating ice cream, and contemplating dropping out of college and becoming a stripper – even though we got a B as opposed to an A.

5. Acceptance:

We have accepted the fact that the only way we would get from an 88% to an 89% is if we get a 105% on our final, and we have become okay with that. The irrationality of dropping out of school completely isn't looking as bright as it did a week ago. We can rest easy knowing we did all we could, and what to improve upon for the next semester. We enter the last few weeks of the semester with pride, trying to keep our heads above water. But even in the bleakest times, just remember: Thanksgiving is just around the corner, the greatest excuse to smother your school problems with gravy and stuffing.

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22 Seriously Hilarious Tweets About Being A Big Or Little In A Sorority

We really are obsessed with each other.

We have all heard the stereotypes about sorority girls and how they are all obsessed with their littles and bigs. I'm just here to let everyone know those stereotypes are true and here are some of the funniest tweets about it.

1. We need very little prompting to talk about it

2. Getting a Big/Little is a holiday

3. Seriously, very little prompting

4. When you know, you know

5. Family is very important to us

6. I love my big a lot, but I also really do love Big Lots

7. Love is out there for us

8. We eat, sleep, and breath this stuff

9. One ~BIG~ happy family

10. I may actually be a headache for my big

11. Not to be dramatic, but...

12. She outweighs the end of the world in importance, sorry not sorry

13. We are an acquired taste for some

14. It's for life

15. I really bought her gifts, months in advance

16. Don't interrupt me

17. We're serious about the "for life" thing

18. Mock us if you must

19. A little bit too what, white boy?

20. I want Little Caesars but I want to eat it with my little

21. It's how we find out if there are others like us in the area

22. It's as important as my name AJ, let me live

I love my big, I love my little, and I'm not even a little sorry.

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Dear Universities, Please Hire Good Professors

I didn't sign up for tens of thousands dollars in student loans to teach myself in several courses.


Have you ever had that one professor who completely ruined a class for you? Whether it was because they have zero teaching skills, clearly didn't want to be there or spoke almost no English, they made life hell for you. The sad thing is that I've had way too many of these cases and I'm only a sophomore in college.

The whole point of attending university is being taught by experts in your field, who will take extra time of their day to help you understand difficult concepts, thoroughly explain during their lectures and transform you into successful professionals one day. Getting a degree is not an easy task; students have heavy course loads to juggle with extracurriculars and on-campus jobs as well. We rely on professors to teach us so that we can do the work easily.

I did not sign up to be tens of thousands of dollars in debt from student loans so that researchers, who have never taught a day in their life, are forced to lecture me on cell biology because the university requires them to be professors to do research here.

Any grade school teacher will say that they went into this profession because they love TEACHING. They spend time on making lesson plans and working out ways to explain one concept five different times for students who might not get it the first time around, even if it's teaching introductory biology to 7th graders when they have a master's degree in that field. It should be the same way with college professors. If you don't have an education degree, you shouldn't be teaching. Plain and simple. I want to love a class because my professor makes it interesting and clearly loves what they're doing, not because they're just here to do research. We can't learn well just by teaching ourselves a difficult course of brand new material.

Now, before you argue with me that immigrants have every right to teach here, I'm going to stop you. I'm the child of immigrants, so I'm all for them to work here. The difference is that my parents worked their butts off to become fluent enough in English to become successful in their jobs. If you are going to teach at an American university in English, please for crying out loud, be able to speak and understand the language well enough to communicate with students properly. I don't care if you have an accent, I just want my questions understood and answered in a way I can comprehend.

What happened to putting the students, on whom pays this institution millions intuition, first? I can't become a successful Physician Assistant without the professors who put forth 110% effort into making sure I understand the material and made me love my major. They are the ones who deserve those jobs, not some fancy Ivy League researcher who thinks they're above public state university students. The ones who will meet with you outside of office hours to go over exams, come to your exam review sessions and stay after with you to discuss questions, even though it's late and they have a kid at home, are the kind of people that should be hired over others.

So dear American universities,

Give me what I'm paying for.


An angry college student who will pay tuition for your graduate school as well.

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