Final Stretch

Yep. It's finals again. I don't need a long, witty post to convince you of the overwhelming stress that comes along with this last week. I've got 5 exams next week and I've got to score about a 90% on all of them if I want an A in the class. Unfortunately, I'm really struggling to find motivation to start studying. I'm just not myself! I've spent hours watching baseball, playing Bejeweled 2, and looking up hilarious YouTube videos. On the eve of the most daunting finals week of my college career, I just can't seem to pull it together. I will get going though. Starting... now. Ok... now. Now?


By the way, If you don't see me on face book than it might be because I always remember how frustrating it is getting on and seeing how all my friends are finished with finals a week before me. I really don't want to hear how wonderful and relaxing your summer is back home when I'm busy studying the resonance structures of organic chemical compounds, effective nuclear charges of particular atoms, and deriving the quantum angular momentum of the various quantized orbital levels of an electron.

No I did not make those words up. I know I posted this video during my last "Finals" post, but I watch it every semester around finals:



See you on the flip side.

Peace.

Finals

At some point in our lives we've all faced this dreaded dilemma called a "final". Whether it be in high school or college. We've all had the pressure of a single exam or paper determining our academic success for an entire year. Seems highly unfair. Attending class every day and taking extensive notes does not equate an A. Nope. Spend numerous hours studying all semester. Spend countless hours doing homework or reading an overpriced text book. But the only thing that counts is the hour you have to complete one exam. Just you, a number 2 pencil, and a 20 page test. Well it's this time of the semester at most universities in Oklahoma. This coming week is "dead" week, and then followed by the ultimatum: "Finals Week". It's time for students to start trying. There will be no campus events or clubs. Only the sound of sharp, bitter wind rustling the decomposing leaves and students flipping old, tattered pages all night at the Edmond Low Library. It's the only week of the semester that college holds true to its promise of being "more difficult" than say high school. But boy does it hit hard. Like a speeding freight train, it blows by and you either buckle up or you get left behind searching for your once decent GPA. So this is it, just a couple weeks until the glorious Christmas break. I can hear the train coming. All aboard?