This is how my first semester ends. Not with a bang, but with a whimper (literally—I was crying by the end). These past couple of weeks, the workload has steadily been building up, and pretty much everything blew up in my face during finals week. Some statistics:
Average hours of sleep per night: Hard to say. I pulled two all-nighters, and never went to bed before 2, but I slept in some. I could probably do the math, but I really don’t feel like it at the moment. Actually, who knows if I could do the math? I’ve pretty much avoided numbers in their entirety since AP Calc last year.
Times I went to the dining hall: 4. Other than that, I either skipped meals, or got a bagged lunch. Which, by the way, were less than stellar.
Tests taken: 0. I know. You probably hate me right now. But I took two finals early. Does that count?
Pages written: 20ish (including continuations from rough drafts previously written). This is why I feel like I’m allowed to whine, even though I never took any tests. But I actually don’t really feel like thinking about it right now, so we’re going to move on.
Caffeinated drinks consumed: FAR TOO MANY. During one of the all-nighters, I went for 24 hours without real food, then had two tall mugs of tea, a tall mug of coffee, and an 8-oz Mountain Dew. I was literally shaking the entire day. My English teacher even noticed that my hand was twitching uncontrollably, and I could feel my heartbeat in my eyelid. I DO NOT RECOMMEND THIS, because my immune system just decided to up and quit, and I got very sick. Perfect timing, I know.
Tissues used: Half a box, plus three travel packets of Kleenex and an entire roll of toilet paper. Ew. I never knew that my nose could produce that much snot. I have this theory that it stole materials from my cerebrospinal fluid.
Medicine consumed: Almost two bottles of cough syrup, about 10 doses of Sudafed, and I forgot the cough drop count a long time ago. I usually try to avoid medicine for insignificant illnesses (I have this weird thing about America being overmedicated), but as somebody important once said, “War does not determine who is right—only who is left.” Yep. I just quoted someone, and I’m not going to site them at the bottom of the page, I’m not going to annotate it, and I’m not going to make sure it came from a peer-reviewed source.
On the positive side, one time I had an hour to spare, and I was pretty much able to get all my Christmas shopping done at the bookstore. Not that bookstore gifts make stellar presents, but if you look hard enough, you can sometimes find some really good (but more than likely, overpriced) gifts. Even better: I’m home! I slept until 1:58 the day I got back, and can finally breathe out of my nose again.
Ginger’s Song of the Week: What could possibly be better than a ridiculously catchy disco song about Rasputin? Not much, that’s what. PLUS: fake (I think. I hope.) beards.
How did your finals go?
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