You know the Christmas season is fast approaching when your
newsfeed on all forms of social media is filled with statuses, pictures, and
tweets of college kids complaining about finals.
I first had this experience last year, when I had a
significant number of friends in college.
To say I didn’t judge some of those posts would be a lie. But today, as I’m experiencing finals week
myself, I completely understand now what it’s all about. And why it’s such an unfortunate week.
Tuesday was the last day of classes here on campus. Miraculous day, right? I felt so liberated as I left my final class
of the semester.
No more class! No
more class!
I’m freeeeeeeee!
Except, no.
My thought process:
“Okay, so my first final isn’t until Monday. Dude, I’ve got three days where I don’t have
to do anything! Let’s do all the
things! It’s going to be so much fun!”
“Oh yeah. There’s
that chemistry to study…there’s that calculus to look over…there’s those entire
two centuries of music history to study…there’s that paper to write…”
It’s a false feeling of freedom. It’s so tragic.
I’m so used to that fantastic feeling you have on the last
day of class, because, usually, it means you’re done. But not in college.
I’ve still got another week before I can come home for
Christmas.
I'll be hoooommmmeeeee for Christmas...after a week of relentless late nights, studying, Starbucks, and emotional rants to Microsoft Word....
Can we just pretend I took these finals? Please?
There is one thing I’m looking forward to though. I’m such a people watcher, and I’m interested
to observe the campus and the people on it during finals week.
Some questions I pose to answer:
-How fast will the wardrobe digress to the laziest of
outfits?
-How long will the daily line at Starbucks be?
-Will I be able to navigate the library through the masses
of people?
-What is the most productive hour of the day?
One thing I’ve found since I’ve been at college is that college
kids are perhaps the most interesting dynamic of people to observe. I get so much amusement every day, whether it’s
walking to class, sitting in the cafeteria, or walking around my dorm.
I meant to go somewhere with this, but I’ve lost it. So please enjoy this story I’ve composed for
you.
Once upon a time there was a magical fairy princess.
Yeah, no.
I’m waiting for my next spark of inspiration that will lead
to a fantastic discussion of some topic that will make this blog worth reading. But let’s honest, I need to save all the
inspiration I get for this paper I’m writing.
So, unfortunately, I’ll have to cut this week short. I deeply apologize. Maybe later in the week that spark will hit
me and I can use it here instead of discussing Gustav Mahler’s life and the
importance and influence of one of his pieces.
So until then, Happy Finals Week!
May the odds be ever in your favor.
Mo
