Let's Get Real Here

Things are gettin' real. And by real... well let me list a few things off.

1. It's the last week in a half of school. In elementary school, the last week was THE BEST week ever. Water gun fights, games, parties, fun cleaning, etc. Well whatever happened to that in college I will never know. But this is what my week looks like. Exam, project, paper. Exam, project, paper. Every day. I don't think that is nearly as fun as water gun fights, long hours of story time with our favorite book outside, and ice cream sandwiches. I envy those days.

2. Espresso. This has been my life saver. I have had it iced mainly, but I'm not picky. Give it to me hot, give it to me cold, give it to me in frozen ice cream form. I will take anything at this point.

3. Sleep. I think it really is about the best thing ever when teachers say, "Get a good night sleep before the test." or "Get a good night sleep before the presentation." This is what I am thinking. You know all this last hurried work you are having us turn in? Well, this happens to be one of many classes for me and all the teachers want the same thing if not more than what you are asking. So sleep is a distant memory and a distant goal to be achieved after finishing the week ahead. Which is why espresso has been great lately.

4. I am in the Class of 2014. You know what this means. This means I am the real deal. No longer in youth group. I am an adult. Whaattttt.

5. I am an adult. When something offends me or someone is saying stuff at school, I can't say like guys, I'm not even 18. Can y'all chill out please. It sounded better if I was scolding someone when I was 17. But when I am 18, I am seen as an adult. And you know what, I just want my mom to put me to bed and tell me to take a nap and then I will wake up and have dinner made and then I get to play with my sisters and go to bed. Instead, I am telling kiddos to take naps, I am the one making dinner, I am cleaning up from dinner and toys, and putting them to bed before I even start to think about dinner or homework for me. I guess you would call this "Real life" or "Being an adult." Well, I found something out. I don't like being an adult. It's hard. And a lot of work. Fun at times, but mainly, just work. Why I never believed this as a kid, I will never know. But, lesson learned.

6. I write on my blog when I am stressed sometimes. It's the best form of procrastination, because I am actually doing something productive while not being the type of productive I need to be.

7. This go around unlike last semester, I have ice cream. And this makes me happy. The ultimate comfort food for finals week. And espresso. Put them together, it just makes sense. Give me some coffee and ice cream...and you have a... happy Sarah! :)

8. I have a test and a paper to finish tonight. And my room is a whole other thing. But this is what finals week is like. If you have finished with finals for your life, you can live vicariously through me and my writing and remember what it felt like. If you haven't had college finals week, don't believe me. Think I am exaggerating. And go to college. And wait till the semester comes to end. Then come talk to me. And I will feed you whatever makes you happy.

9. And sleep, who needed that anyways... well... never mind. Don't answer that.

10. Peace y'all! See you on the other side of finals week! (Also, I did not edit this. This is first try. If there are misspelled words or grammar errors, what you see is what you get this week! Lucky me!)