Finals:
The week where you nap, study, and consume countless calories in a non-stop cycle. It's the week where you walk out of your room without shoes, wake up with an imprint of a desk on your forehead, and swear off education forever.
It's when all your friends tell you about their plans to transfer to some school on the coast or in the city, where they somehow believe education doesn't involve studying. That's not even logical, but neither one of you care because you are just so stinking tired of reading and memorizing (things you should have been doing the whole semester, but are just now discovering). Some people have this kind of behavior every week, but finals week makes such behavior socially acceptable. Almost.
You know you are doomed when you check out at Walmart with Monster, Five-Hour, and a bag of candy...and all the cashier does is give you a sympathetic nod. Thank you, elderly stranger, for your unspoken sympathy and pity.
Here is my advice:
Because in the end, "Screw finals" lands you a job flipping burgers. And as much as I like the classic American delicacies, I'd much rather have someone else flip my meat patties. But hey, that's up to you.
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