Things I’ve Seen During Finals
- Someone calling in sick to work in order to sleep for their hour long shift.
- Someone breakdancing to a boombox blasting Christmas music on the quad.
- Someone crying because they got a free sandwich.
- Someone walking into the lounge at 1 am with a huge stack of books, and the determination of someone who forgot a term paper.
- Someone putting off writing their thesis because someone else needed math help and “logarithms are fun!”
- Someone taking a lighter to a notebook as soon as they left the science building.
- More than one flask being carried to class.
- Someone literally giggle evilly when given a 6-pack of beer.
- A freshman taking gen eds complaining about everyone else complaining about how hard finals are. (Note: the freshman may or may not have ever been seen again.)
- Someone crossing campus at a run in slippers.
- A nursing major explaining that finals are actually natural selection, and that she is the strongest and most adaptable and she was going to survive, while talking to herself.
- A different nursing major looking very forlorn because she just ran out of wine.
- Someone sleeping on a bench in the music building, with actual pillows and blankets and everything.
- Sticky notes with swearwords written on them littered around the science building.
- A group of students trying to one-up each other about how badly their juries had just gone.
- Someone leaving for the library at 3 am, because there was free coffee there.
- Someone flipping off the professor after being wished good luck on the final.
- The same person realizing that they have an entire lifetime of that class ahead of them, because it’s their major.
- Someone being questioned about how they wanted their funeral to look, after talking about the 8000 words they had due.
- Just, so many people sprawled on floors because it’s easier to do that than anything else. So many.
- The most genuine gratitude I’ve had directed at me possibly ever, because I gave someone a peanut butter cookie.
Finals: we’re all tired, hungry, and a little unhinged. It’s okay.
(via cthulhu-with-a-fez)
