Finals

           It's that time of year again. No, not the holidays...it's finals. I'm so excited....said no one ever. No but seriously, I'll be happy when all of my portfolios and finals are done with and submitted. I took 18 credits this semester, so needless to say it was pretty intense. Studying for finals is never a fun time, especially when you live with sixty sorority girls who all have exams at different times. It would happen that I have exams up until the LAST possible time slot, and majority of my floor was finished by tuesday. The house was chaos with girls packing up for winter break and blasting music, there was no way I would be able to write efficiently or study anything. It had to be done; the dreaded walk to the library. There is nothing I hate more than walking to the library at night. It's dark, cold, and kind of scary to tell the truth. Even once arriving at the library, it's impossible to find a spot. But there it was, a prime spot in the new booths on the first floor; the "Finals Gods" were with me.
           As I took a look around the library, I noticed how stressed everyone looked and not to mention how tired. My friend works in the cafe at the library, and I don't even want to know how many Razzbulls she had sold this past week. Then suddenly, I remembered how my freshmen year here at URI, I was studying for finals during finals week and a huge mob blasting house music came running into the library...literally hundreds of kids, maybe even more. It made the news and everything. I remember we all got kicked out of the library, and I envied the kids who had the time to literally party in the library as I was desperately cramming for my entry course level exams (don't judge, Bio-100 was a pain). As I reminisced  on that day, I came back to reality and wondered what would happen if that same series of events were to occur again, right now. I found myself laughing and thinking "At this point, I don't care anymore and would probably join in on the mob". Looks like someone has a bad case of "senioritis" a little too early, more like a whole year too early. Needless to say, I am more than looking forward to this well deserved break.