As finals week is upon us, I am here to represent the voice of the who are suffering.
The Holidays are a wonderful, joyous time, yet here we are: crammed in the aisle of a library, attempting to memorize 300 medical terms by 8 a.m. tomorrow.
Thanksgiving break was the ultimate tease; we got five days to actually sleep, see our family and relax. I was in vacation mode and then thrown back into the fire. Did Santa ever envision a world where Christmas music played on the radio but children cried as they viewed the study guide filled material they had never seen before? Did he know the pain of pulling three all-nighters in a row and still accepting the fact that your GPA is inevitably doomed? Santa Claus never wanted this Mr. Professor. How could you do this to us? Even Justin Bieber knows "it's the most beautiful time of the year."
From Frosty, to Rudolph to Buddy the Elf, Christmas used to be a magical time. We would spend the entire month of December singing songs and compiling wish lists. But college brings out a cold darkness in us; instead of cookies and milk we're leaving Santa a Venti triple espresso and a couple discounted Adderall's. Instead of my letter for Santa, I'm winging a 12 page research paper in these last two hours before it's due.
For those of you still in the trenches with me, I believe in you. One final week. The light at the end of the tunnel is so close. 120 hours to holiday cookies, food comas and no work. You can already taste the eggnog. This semester may have broken you, it may have shanked you or it may have completely destroyed your being. But you are at the end, my friend. One final push and the baby is out of there. One final step and the most wonderful time of the year will be yours. If you're working for that GPA or working to GTFO, you got this.
See you on the other side, champ.