I’ve noticed that a few of my favorite Dopers (hi Doob and Nen!) are in college, toiling away in the name of Higher Education, getting ready to face first sememser finals. I remember how nuts this time of year was–I’m pretty fresh out of school myself (BA in archaeology, May 1999) and I still get that feeling of dread around the holidays.
So, for all of you that are suffering through finals, I just wanted to say best of luck, and hang in there! It’s worth it. Every paper you write, every exam question you field, every project you complete. The end’s in sight, and you’ll have a month or so off real soon. And, at the risk of sounding old before my time, for the love of Pete, enjoy whatever time you have left in college. I’d give anything to be a poor, starving student again.
Here’s wishing you a never-empty coffeemaker, printer cartridges that are never empty, and quiet comfy places to study. Not to mention, when your exams are done, the energy to celebrate like mad that it’s over, for one more semester. Oh, and let’s throw in some cute boys for Doob and a bottle of Glenfiddich for Nen.
waterj2, (woo got it right, j2 not 2j!) if it’s your last semester, you get mad props, how’s that sound? Heh, I remember my last semester, if they had told me I had to take just one more class, I would have walked out that door and never gotten that degree.
Hey, me too! I just have my Criminal Procedure final left on Wednesday afternoon (only counts for 100 percent of my grade – no pressure. :)). I’m already feeling a little better because I got my two hardest finals out of the way last week.
Best of all, I finally finished my paper for Gender and the Law. I just came back from handing it in, and I couldn’t be happier. ::does Snoopy dance::
Fifty-two and a half hours until I’m free! Whoo-HOO!
white rabbit, ladybug, FDWTFUN (LeSang): I vividly remember handing in the exam sheet for the final math class I would ever have to take for the rest of my life. What a sweet, sweet feeling. LOL, ok so we won’t mention that I failed the class miserably and the prof passed me on the condition that I promise not to take any more math classes (so not a problem!) but…
Oh you mean the times where I have to stand in front of the class and perform a scene with my partner? Or the one where I have to go see a play and then discuss it with the class afterwards? Good luck on those finals? Aww thanks!
In college, I fought for things I believed in. I never took “Because that’s the way it is” for an answer. I learned what is good and what is bad about people. I met some of the most painfully brilliant and crazy people that shined brigher than any light on this earth. Half the time I was broke, homeless and scared as hell, but I had a family of friends I could call at any time if I needed. Experience where you are now, while you’re there!
Thanks for the bottle of Glenfiddich, Rasa. I certainly hope it is neverending. There just seems to be something appropriate about taking an ethics examination while verschnookered.
Rasa, don’t pity Le Sang and his math stuff, he brings it upon himself for some unknown reason and takes crazy classes for fun. (Like P. Chem, which he is going to take as an elective with me! When I get there.)
Sigh…Latin, 8 AM. (What in God’s name could cause someone to put the final for an 11 AM class at 8? We are not morning people. Sigh.)
