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.
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