What is it about finals that makes you just want to crawl up in a secluded corner and do absolutely nothing? For instance, the other day I went down by the lake and just watched ducks instead of studying for statistics. I remember back in high school when finals used to be considered a huge deal and everyone would get together and have "study parties" in preparation for that Tuesday and Wednesday at the end of every school year when we'd all crowd into IHouse, Judd 126, or the cafeteria and sit through the pain of multivariable calculus or biology or something.
I don't know what it is about college that makes everything seem different than it was in high school. It's still the same concept after all: have a gigantic monstrosity of a test worth a ridiculously high percent of your grade. The panic I felt before the tests in high school is stronger than ever. The second-guessing on every question is still there. But somehow it seems different.
Now I'm just sitting here blogging instead of studying for economics. I know the panic will set in soon enough. I hate when people see me in that mode. No one here has seen it at its peak yet and I hope no one will just because I know I'd be difficult to console and I don't want anyone to have to do that. I just wish it wasn't the case with every test or quiz or presentation. I remember in junior year when Ms. Aquino bluntly told me this was something I needed to deal with in order to "reach my full potential", whatever that means. Well, I'm dealing... sort of.
T minus 8 hours and 26 minutes until test time.
(who is T anyway? why does he get to minus things?)
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