Dear Finals Week,
In layman's terms, you sincerely screwed me. I was up all night thinking about you, while you were thinking of how you were going to mentally damage me next. You are like a fungus I cannot get rid of, no matter how hard I try. You always seem to come back around. You have made me cry, you have made me angry, and have definitely made me lose sleep. But none of that means anything to you, does it? I tried so hard to please you and be everything you wanted me to be, but we were doomed from the start. For some odd reason, you believe you can walk in and out of my life at your own convenience. Please leave this time, and stay there. I am tired of fighting with you. You make me drink so much coffee and study so much, just to end in failure. You make me find the most accurate grade calculator, just to realize I will still need an 112 percent to get an A in my class. You make being the procrastinating and tired student I am, so hard. But guess what Finals Week, I have moved on to bigger, better, and longer things. They go by Winter Break. I get good food, lots of sleep, and plenty of opportunities to make money. They love seeing me with my family, unlike you. They make me happy always because I can live by the beat of my own drum. I do not to wake up early and stay up late to study for something that may or may not end in failure. They make me love endings and embrace new beginnings. But you know what Finals Week, thank you. Thank you for teaching me what kind of student I want to be in the future (one that actually shows up to class) of my academic career. Thank you for pushing me to every physical and mental breaking point I thought I could bare, only to push me further. You made me a stronger person. Thank you for showing me that a two-hour slumber is much better than none. Thank you for conditioning me to be a person who will ultimately reach my goals in the future. Thank you for turning my Bs into As and my As into Ds. Though I still don't understand how that works. I never understood why I could work hard all year and you are still half of what I am graded on. Honestly Finals Week, I am done. I am over you and over the way you treated me. I am glad I have found better, like Winter Break. I will no longer beat myself up and lose sleep over you because WE ARE OVER. I am sure we will meet again. It is ultimately inevitable. Though when we do, I will be a stronger person than you ever imagined, and this time I will make you my bitch, rather than the contrary.
Thanks for nothing,
A pissed off but still determined student
