Final isn’t a great word to choose for the big tests at the end of semesters. I wish they were called something like “terminators”…either they kill you or you kill them. Most likely, the former of the two. And you can almost hear them whisper, as you sit them down on the desk in front of your teacher, “I’ll be back.”
Ahh! It almost gives me chills of fear knowing that although this class may be over, just a few weeks and the stress will rush back into my life. During “Terminator Week” I feel like a very large man is sitting on my shoulders, lets call him Arnold. He’s sitting on everyone’s shoulders and the weight that they bear because of it leaves everyone tired, miffed, and in utter mission mode to try and mutilate him.
Its really unfortunate that “Terminator Week” comes during the most jovial season of the year. It puts a big damper on people’s attitudes and happiness – but I can’t change this age old tradition someone in some university thought would be appropriate for all universities, and therefore unnecessarily spread the idea to us all. I just wanted to complain! So good luck killing your Arnold and have a Merry Christmas!
