This is it. Today is my last final.
After this, I’m free.
Free to enjoy winter break and relax a little before the next wave of stress begins with the move to New York.
But for now, I’m slowly dying.
The weird mixture of stress and excitement that fills finals week is always a strange one. You can see the finish line. It’s so close! IT’S. RIGHT. THERE! If only I could touch it!
But before you can reach the finish line, there’s the tests and the 25 page essays which require (clutches my pearls) scholarly citations! Truly the scariest things that have ever happened to this world.
But, though it’s stressful and your life lacks sleep, and even though I’ll probably get sick after this is all over, it’s worth it. Because once finals week is done, you can take that deep breath and know that soon you’ll board a plane home and see your family, eat lots of food, and enjoy the holidays!
So, wish me luck and let’s pray I don’t die.
And to any other student reading this (expect those lazy people at Dartmouth who already finished their semester…) I wish you the best. We shall go to war together.
happy Hunger Games everyone!
~ The Dark Horse