SLEEP4ME

As you may have guessed from the last entry (not by content, but by the fact that I decided to spend time transcribing that whole horrible prompt instead of studying), I'm through with finals and have just a few shifts left at work before flying out to Boston, where I hear there is now ice on the ground, not just inside people's freezers. The last week has been pretty rough, with the Final Fantasy concert excursion (which I still mean to post a little about) eating into the beginning of the last week and some necessary study time. Actually, I won't kid. I had no intentions to do any finals studying that Monday or Tuesday, anyway. As a result, the last few days have been a blur of hundreds of Chinese characters, tights and capes, and a mashup of post-war artists and the scholars who write about them in lengthy essays that require multiple pages of footnotes. My final drawing class of the quarter, which was only last Wednesday, seems like a distant memory.

While I'm always glad to be done with tests, I'm actually a little happier of the fact that on Sunday (or Monday, technically) I finished writing the last paper of my college career. (Possibly ever, depending on grad school plans, although, I do plan to minimize chances of future papers in the future by applying only to Hamburger University.) Finals are a pain, but I'm OK with them. I can deal with midterms, too, but if I had to pick something I dislike the most about school, it's having to spend hours droning on and on about some topic that, chances are, I'm not entirely enthused about.

I know, that makes me sound like the most passionate student ever, but seriously. People would get so much more out of school if all they had to take were electives.