An ode to Spring semester finals week, which never fails to be the worst finals week of the year.
Did I actually write that paper?
I know I turned in that assignment…didn’t I?
WHERE IS MY STUDY GUIDE.
I’m going to fail this class.
I thought that presentation was tomorrow!
I need coffee.
The schedule definitely says that final was…today.
Theology final in an hour? Plenty of time to become an expert on Trinitarian doctrine.
Mug empty. Coffee more need.
My brain is melting out of my head.
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(Fun fact: I actually wrote this last year, around this time. Funny how some things just never change.)