Ahhh, finals week. The greatest fear of every college kid in the nation. We procrastinate, and we pretend it isn't coming but sooner or later it is upon us. Before we can taste the freedoms of summer, finally getting out of the dorms and back to home cooked meals and our own beds—we must first suffer through a week of all nighters and attempting to cram a semesters worth of information into our brains as quickly as possible. But never fear, the doctors of Seattle Grace understand exactly what it feel like to endure this agony right along with us.
You've been studying for 11 hours, you can't focus anymore and all you want to do now is catch a few hours of shut eye before you have to get up and do it all over again. But every time you close your eyes all you can see is the hundreds of math equations, history facts, and writing terms you've been hammering into you head for hours. Who wouldn't love a little sedation before having to wake up at 8 a.m. for your first final of the day?
Of course with finals week comes the inevitable exhaustion that goes with it. The bags under your eyes, brewing coffee at 3 a.m., not remembering the last time you took a shower or washed your hair, not even sure where the pajama pants your currently wearing came from. The campus library had now become your second home and you aren't sure if you ate today or not. Just a few more days of this before summer, you have to remind yourself. You can do it.
Everyone has that one friend who doesn't take anything seriously. From national tragedy, to forgetting to turn in that paper worth 30 percent of their grade—you have no idea how they get through life so lax about everything. But when it comes to finals: WHAT ARE THEY THINKING? HOW CAN THEY NOT CARE? Your paying thousands upon thousands of dollars to go to school here, can you at least pretend to care a little?
Everyone had that one class. That one class that you know, no matter what you do, you are probably going to fail the final exam. Cram till all hours of the morning, make flash cards and review sheets all you want but at the end of the day, you're doomed. All you can do is say your prayers, get some sleep, and hope that the damage isn't too bad in the morning.
Your car keys. Your shoes. Your notes, Your flashcards. After four days of almost no sleep and uncountable amounts of energy drinks and coffee, it's understandable to loose track of a few things. But as long as you make it to class on time, and are appropriately dressed for public, everything will be OK.
After all the tests are done, your dorm room is cleaned out, our car is packed and your home bound for the summer...all there is to do now is wait for grades to be posted. And when they finally are, it is pretty safe to say that some of them might be lower than you had hoped for. But no use crying over spilled milk! Of course, you can be disappointed—even devastated—but know you did your best and that everything will be OK.
