Spring term finals week is one of the strangest times of year; people conduct a mass exodus out of the dorms in favor of the library and the general consensus tends towards a type of sarcastic panic. People are balancing spending their last couple days hanging with friends on the (finally warm) quad and de-lofting their beds while searching for their long lost room key. With so much that we’re doing (and so much we have left to do), take a break with a finals week follow along with everyone’s favorite fictional academic, Rory Gilmore.
You don’t fully realize that it’s finals week until you receive the email. You know which one I’m talking about, the one from the Hammes Notre Dame Bookstore with your textbook due date in massive, threatening type. This is when you know it’s game time.
You look at the massive pile of textbooks that have been collecting dust on your desk over the course of the past four months and break into a sweat. Why did your professor make you get them all in the first place when he very well knew that he was going to spend the semester teaching off the top of his head?
You start to spend nearly all of your time in Club Hes surrounded by stacks of notecards and empty Starbucks cups. You have taken quite a few naps in the new first floor atrium and the long hours in the Fishbowl have got you feeling a little unhinged.
The massive amount of work you have has suddenly taken precedent over your morning beauty routine as well. Your lack of sleep leads to some wonderfully interesting outfit combinations and the closest you’ve come to manicure was that one time you got whiteout on your thumb.
Your first exam has finally arrived, and it’s an 8AM. You are genuinely shocked by how chipper everyone in attendance is. Do they understand why we’re here? Do they think there will be free food or some sort of door prize?
Sure, you only missed a small handful of lecture, but some of the questions on this exam might as well be in Wingdings and you fear that there’s no way you’re going to be able to survive these next two hours.
Once you’ve finished, you get a call from your mom. She wants to know how your exam week is going and you tell it like it is.
When your friends ask if you’re down to go to Eddy Street for dinner, you panic a little. It’s such a far walk, and you still have a paper to submit tonight. Luckily, they’re down for ordering in and taking over your dorm’s 24-hour lounge for a much needed food therapy session.
You get a little sad walking into your last exam. You’ve finally reached your last obstacle before summer break, and you’re a little shocked by how nostalgic you feel about test taking.
Once it’s finally over, you can relax again, and it’s the most wonderful feeling. Even though you were stressed, you were stressed at the most awesome university in the world.
Go Irish! Beat Finals!
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