Monday, May 9, 2011
Finals week can kiss my ass (by anon)
Finals week is a joke in and of itself. Finals week = the most frustrating, aggravating, stressful two weeks every year! Let me start off with sharing my beliefs on finals and why they are absolutely ridiculous. As a student, you have now worked your entire butt off for the last 4 months. You have been (hopefully) going to class, jotting down notes, and writing bullshit research papers (which I don’t understand, the research is already done...just go read it!) which have all just now consumed around 120 days of your precious youth. Now, we have the professors. The universities dearest faculty members who have also spent countless hours in the library as well preparing for their careers in the wonderful field of education. Sadly, it seems most have forgotten the struggles they were too faced with, as last few weeks of each semester winded down. I cannot even begin to contemplate the thought process most my professors had while creating the syllabus and assignment schedule. They couldn’t have thought to split up the different units/topics into separate sections to prepare different tests throughout the semester? Nope...instead we will just have a giant exam worth the majority of the grade at the END of the next four months, as thee students should be able to retain 100% of the material covered throughout this course. To throw one more obstacle into the equation, we have the oh-so beloved move-out day. Where college students resemble chickens running around with their heads cut off, scrambling to pack up their belongings or couch surf until their new lease begins. Student: “You are telling me I have to be out the day of my last final?” Landlord: “Yes, we have to clean your house in time for the next people to move in.” Terrific! Thank you for all the consideration after I have now padded the inside of your pocket for the last two years due to the cost of your overpriced rent (not to mention the security deposit I probably won’t see at least half of) in this dump of house, that is in violation of at least a half a dozen codes due to your carelessness and poor landlord mentalities. But yeah, “sure I will go ahead and pack all my stuff up” in between all the last minute final cram-study sessions and my newly induced sleep schedule, I like to refer to as power naps. So here's to you... “CHEERS” to the generations before us who continue to make things close to impossible and live as though they were never a young adults. Don’t worry about us...we will just keep on, keepin’ on.