Finals week.
It strikes fear into every student's heart. I don't care whether the student is studious or not. Without even consciously thinking, the heart begins pounding, the stress threatens to overwhelm, tears come for no apparent reason, projects are piled high, there are not enough hours in the day, and all the times you told yourself to study and you didn't are suddenly looking very sadly at you as you realize the amount of head knowledge that must be crammed into that brain of yours for the day of the final is nigh on impossible. You calculate the grade you need to pass. You calculate how much your brain will work with how much caffeine and how little sleep.
That was a long sentence. Anyways.
I was really nervous. Let me outline the week.
Monday: cry and study and work on an Annotated Bibliography and Presentation that was due at 11:59 pm. Stress and work. Stress and work.
Tuesday: Presentation and study. Study, study, study. Oh, and work on 2 other projects. Because I didn't have enough to do as it was.
Wednesday: Waste a whole class hour waiting for a teacher that said she would be there but showed up an hour late because of snow. So that review session turned out to be 15 minutes of review and an hour of wasted time. Spanish class. Where I tried to recall every kind of conjugation in the book of mankind's language. And then study and hyperventilate. Because....
Thursday: Music final (You would think... Easy, no problem, she's played music since she was 3. Ya or not. More like how many operas did Wagner write. What year was Bach born. Name 5 Russian composers from the Medieval period. Identify the name of this song and its composer. And I was like WHO CARES. And I don't have time to study for this because I have 2 other extremely important finals that day too.)
Thursday continued...English class- Pretend to pay attention to get the participation points while trying to remember the difference between a carbon and a hydrogen bond. (I haven't taken chemistry. When you hear the word Biology. Chemistry doesn't come to mind as being needed. Lesson learned there.)
Thursday continued...Biology: Gasp and stress about the fact that there are 189 questions in 75 and I MUST pass this. Gulp) Make it through and take a deep breath.
Thursday continued...Biology Lab- Where I am tested on everything I have done that semester. I was told memorize the book. And I thought, "Memorize the book?? What do I look like here? A copying machine? I don't think so." Fumble through the Lab Practical and finally sigh in relief that you are finished.
Friday: Wake up at 6 in the morning to nanny at 7 am. And then go home and study because 2 more finals were on Monday.
Saturday: Go shopping for a few hours. Then study.
Sunday: Go to church, go to the Nutcracker Ballet for Music Appreciation class. Have a simply wonderful time with Mumster Bunnies. Go home, write a report on the Ballet. Study some more.
Monday: Take a stats test. Walk away in amazement. How amazing that the department's test is about a 1,000 times easier than my teacher's own tests. Return my rental books and have this creeper guy try to find out everything about me, as I am mathematically calculating my final grade in Music class. Walk to Spanish and take the final. Walk out the door and scream and shout and cry because I successfully survived finals week and a semester with 19 credits. Have lunch with Mom and Dad. Take. A. Nap. And then decorate the whole house for Christmas.
Tuesday: Fall desperately ill. Realize your body is on strike because of the treatment it got the past.. oh... 4 months. Rest.
Wednesday: Wake up. Feel much better. Teach piano all day. Find out in shock that the biology grade is a 79.47. Which is .03 away from being rounded up to a B. Writing an email to the teacher begging for grace. And not believing you could actually pull a B in the hardest class ever taken in your life. Go to youth group. Go to bed.
Thursday: Clean the house and grocery shopping on a time table because Kelsie and Grandma get in at 4. Eep. Sit down and write blog posts to recount what happened these past crazy 2 weeks. Announce the winner of the CD giveawy... See below
Friday: Running errands and sleeping. And going to Sushi Den and movie night with the family.
The winner of the Michael Buble Christmas CD is....Alethea! Congratulations!! I'm so glad you got it since you don't fully realize the epicness you are to receive. I will send it with Steph this week. Merry Christmas and enjoy!
*I put all the names in a hat and drew a name. Completely fair I promise!
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