Somehow ten weeks of this semester have flown by and you are left with two weeks before finals. It seems like as soon as you are comfortable with your classes and schedules, it is time to start all over again. You register for classes this week, which makes it easy to pretend that this semester no longer matters. As if you can just stop everything you have going on and head to a new blank slate, but this is not the case.
These last two weeks are pivotal and can make or break your GPA. Right about now you look at your class syllabi and realize that there is something significant due for all of them within the span of two days. You calculate how well you must do in order to get your intended GPA and keep your scholarship. You allow this to inspire you to get to work on the laundry list of assignments.
Thirty minutes into the first project, you allow yourself to fall into a false sense of security and reward yourself for doing “so much” work with a study break. You look on Facebook and stalk through pictures from the past weekends events and formals. You take fifteen Buzzfeed quizzes that say they will determine when you will get married based on your zodiac sign. You wish you were a Taurus; they seem to have all the luck in those quizzes. Your go down stairs to grab a snack because you need sustenance to keep you up for the all-nighter that is undoubtedly about to ensue. After looking through the ten different cereal options, you choose Lucky Charms. Your study break lasts and hour and a half.
Back to work, you decide to take a shot at another assignment as the last attempted project seemed to go nowhere. You begin your term paper. You type out an outline. You check your syllabus for the third to confirm that it is, in fact, 1500 words. As if looking again will make it a shorter paper. Your laptop flashes to warn you that have a low battery. You see that it’s 2 a.m. and you slowly begin to hyperventilate. You close your laptop and pull out your planner. Obviously, your Lilly-printed agenda will help organize all the madness that is the final weeks of the semester.
You schedule every hour out for the next two weeks. Allotting some for sleeping and eating, but not much. If you follow the schedule to a tee, you will surely end the semester on a high note. There surely isn’t a chance that you’ll deviate form the schedule to watch "Gilmore Girls" on Netflix. As you close your planner, you decide to focus only on the work ahead instead of what it really means to be so close to the end of the semester. Not just finals, but another year of college that has come and gone. A year closer to being an adult, where the stake won’t be grades but actual life consequences. Yeah, let's just worry about the next two weeks for now.
