This is my first final of the morning, with a 8-page paper analyzing the approach to the environment in Jane Austen's Persuasion behind me, and 2 finals, 1 paper, and a 16-page research paper ahead of me. Yeah. I'm freaking the fuck out.Finals time. Actually, to honest, I rather love this time of year. It's the only time, aside from midterms, where the whole university is a collective unit in what we're about to endeavor (well, aside from Undie Run season). No matter what major they are, it's the only time of year where everyone is talking about the same subject, and one second you can pass by student sitting on a bench with her laptop looking resigned and terrified then a second later see someone else hop out of their classroom with elated joy. It's also a collectively acceptable time to be bitchy (or a dick) to just about everyone because hey, you have finals. So fuck you, latte that took too long to make! fuck you, printer for breaking exactly when I need you! fuck you, AT&T for dropping my calls in the parking garage! and there! I have finals, I'm allowed. So go out there and be mean in the spirit of stress!
(laughs) Anyway in case you're curious, I finished that Chicano Lit final at 11:03 and raced out of class to the computer lab to print out my 8-page critical analysis of the restaurant review as a form. Then it was off to my Environment and Literature class which I more or less have despised since the inspection of the semester. I didn't do half the reading for the final, but trust me, I bullshitting my way to an A. All of the passage selections I had read in class and I can pump out two hand-written essays in less an than hour is need be. That 16-page paper about Frankenstein and the Marxian theory of "the alienation of labor"? Not so much.
But alas, it is done. I have written papers, I have taken finals, I have been mean. And now, I am free. Well, until summer classes...
Good luck with finals to those still facing them!
2 comments:
Love the hardwood. I cannot believe the hellacious amount of work you had to do for your finals. Congrats for getting through it. I'm in the lion's den, but I should escape by next week... if I survive. Funny how you mentioned the sense of community around finals. It's so true. I had a nice conversation with a guy on the bus. I have a semi-crush on him, and we don't really talk in our classes. In fact, I think he hates me. But with finals, we have something in common. Brought us together in commiseration for about ten minutes. Good times.
Remember Mr.--shit what's his face. Our English professor from Freshmen year. He was all about the loss of community. I disregarded his claims as being nostalgic and irrelevant (because, well, I grew up without one) but as I've gotten a bit older I really like any instance of community. Maybe it's a pack mentality, but it's...nice. Maybe Mr.--what's his face was right. Like the bus story, by the way, haha.
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