Tuesday, June 18, 2013
Tuesday, June 4, 2013
FINALS WEEK
Looks like Blue Umbrella Chick beat me to it, but here we go.
Finals week is fondly known by all students in high school and college as THE WORST WEEK EVER. The stress levels are through the roof and its hard to find a single person that hasn't developed a bit of a nervous tick, no matter how cool they seem on the outside. For example, today I saw a boy playing air drums. This might've been perfectly normal if he hadn't been playing two inches from his eyes and staring at his fingers with his eyebrows intently furrowed and a chemistry binder spread out in his lap. See what I mean? Everyone goes absolutely bonkers.
Most high school students I know (and I go to a school full of overachievers) would do anything to escape finals week. Yesterday I found myself wondering what would happen if I slipped into a mysterious coma that ended right after finals week was up. Surely a life-threatening medical emergency would be better than this? The answer was no. I believe that staying out of those types of situations should always be a priority.
But the best part of finals week for me has been discovering my yearly coping mechanism. Last year I chose to reread all of the Harry Potter books because I decided that I would much rather be a wizard than deal with reality. It was also a week full of copious room cleaning leading up to my finals, so that by the time I actually had to take them my room was immaculate and my closet was fit to burst with all the things I had "cleaned" out of the room's actual living space.This year, I was forced to write a nine page paper on the Magna Carta. About four pages in I cracked and all my thoughts gained a British accent. This is only the beginning, so I'm actually quite terrified for what's to come. All I can do are copious math reviews and positive thinking at this point. So, good luck my dear readers. I know you have an inner genius inside just bursting to get out. Unleash that genius and be spectacular! I believe in you, my loves.
Finals week is fondly known by all students in high school and college as THE WORST WEEK EVER. The stress levels are through the roof and its hard to find a single person that hasn't developed a bit of a nervous tick, no matter how cool they seem on the outside. For example, today I saw a boy playing air drums. This might've been perfectly normal if he hadn't been playing two inches from his eyes and staring at his fingers with his eyebrows intently furrowed and a chemistry binder spread out in his lap. See what I mean? Everyone goes absolutely bonkers.
Most high school students I know (and I go to a school full of overachievers) would do anything to escape finals week. Yesterday I found myself wondering what would happen if I slipped into a mysterious coma that ended right after finals week was up. Surely a life-threatening medical emergency would be better than this? The answer was no. I believe that staying out of those types of situations should always be a priority.
But the best part of finals week for me has been discovering my yearly coping mechanism. Last year I chose to reread all of the Harry Potter books because I decided that I would much rather be a wizard than deal with reality. It was also a week full of copious room cleaning leading up to my finals, so that by the time I actually had to take them my room was immaculate and my closet was fit to burst with all the things I had "cleaned" out of the room's actual living space.This year, I was forced to write a nine page paper on the Magna Carta. About four pages in I cracked and all my thoughts gained a British accent. This is only the beginning, so I'm actually quite terrified for what's to come. All I can do are copious math reviews and positive thinking at this point. So, good luck my dear readers. I know you have an inner genius inside just bursting to get out. Unleash that genius and be spectacular! I believe in you, my loves.
Final Exams
Finals are approaching my dearest readers! You know what that means: this goody two shoes will be studying ALL WEEKEND LONG. Never mind that yours truly has A's in all of her classes (heh heh, lots of 90's and 91's... stressful) I will be freaking out nonstop for the next 9 days. I will be drawing up study sheets, writing cheat sheets in point 4 font, reading entire sections of my textbooks, and lashing out at those who interrupt me. I am just a paradox of organization, aren't I? WRONG!Though I will be doing all of the above, I will also be partaking in the most destructive activity known to human kind: procrastination. This means that all weekend I will be cleaning, reading 'fun' books, gardening, and shopping. It's a virtue, I know.
By the end of Sunday, my room will be spotless, i will have my outfits picked out for an entire month, I will be the best read person in Wisconsin, and my (currently barren) garden beds will be bursting with blooms. Unfortunately, I will also have studied for a grand total of twenty minutes...
....But hey, at least everyone else is in the same boat, right? Right?
By the end of Sunday, my room will be spotless, i will have my outfits picked out for an entire month, I will be the best read person in Wisconsin, and my (currently barren) garden beds will be bursting with blooms. Unfortunately, I will also have studied for a grand total of twenty minutes...
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