Hear my plea
Help me not to fail my finals please
And to not pollute my grades with C's
Help me to survive this week...
Oh goodness. Ohhhhh goodness. Finals are nigh and my motivation to study is nonexistent. Each time I open a textbook, I end up shutting it within five minutes, tears pooling in my eyes, overwhelmed with the amount of concepts and characters and craziness I have to store back into my brain.
I just can't wait to be done with finals. I am ready to to celebrate the end of this semester. I am ready to shed the woes of this past semester and start anew. And although I am quite wary of change, I am ready for spring and summer and for the new adventures that it'll bring.
So come at me, finals and future. I shall conquer you. But please be gentle while I am doing so...because I want to be in high spirits when I dance like this man and I want to dance like him all the time this spring/summer.
|Who wants to be my backup dancer?|
Good luck during finals, my friends. And to my friends in Boston: I am happy to hear you are okay. Please stay safe!
p.s. I'm looking for a roommate or two to live with me this upcoming spring and summer. I like to think that I make a good roommate and rumor has it that people enjoy my company. You can also take this blog as a judgment of my character. Contact me if you are interested (if you're reading this, you most likely have a way of contacting me).
p.p.s. To all you gentlemen out there offering, oh, how I wish we could be roommates. Alas, this thing called the honor code prevents our cohabitation from occurring. Thus, my roommate search is limited to women only.