I know it’s my duty as a college student to complain about finals week and I often fulfill my duty with gusto, but this time, I have to admit, my finals week has, so far, not been too bad.

 I thought I was doomed to fail from the start. I promised my aunt a full month ago I would baby-sit her children on the Saturday before finals, which meant I couldn’t start studying for finals or writing my final Literary Criticism paper until Sunday, which surely meant instant death for me. But actually, I started my paper Sunday at 4 and finished it by 7:30 that night, leaving me 3 full hours to study for my History final before I got so bored I’d rather poke my eyes out with a salad fork than continue studying.

Luckily, that turned out to be just the right degree of studying because the test was easy-peasy-lemon-squeezy. Finishing with that final by 10 am Monday morn, I added the finishing touches to my Lit Crit paper and turned that in to my teacher, Dr. McDaniel with a note that said “Read it and Weep.” He enjoys that kind of stuff, I’d like to think. 8)

Finishing my paper by 11 gave me the full day to prepare for my Chemistry presentation I have to give today at 11. That only took me 1.3 hours tops to complete, which gave me the rest of the day to GOOF OFF. Goofing off during finals week is unheard of. It is like planting a coconut tree in Arizona unheard of, but it had to be done.

After my presentation today, I have to study for Lit Crit. Then I have Spanish and Romantic Age o Thursday, then I run for the hills singing Pink Floyd’s Another Brick in the Wall, or in other words, leave for 15 glorious weeks of summer break.

Let me let you in on a little secret: there is no one that loves summer break like I do. NO ONE. If I could cancel school forever, I would. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy learning, it’s the classroom, textbooks and being inside thing that I can’t stand. Yet another reason I could never, ever be a teacher.

Well, I’m out, I have some finals to study for.