the wrath of finals

Whoever thought of finals can shove it. They are so not necessary. In fact, I'm convinced that they're evil. Finals turn me into something I'm not. A stressed out, on-edge, snappy, moody and irritable person for days. This in a nut shell, is not me, mind you. Sure from time to time things might stress me out or make me moody, but finals puts me on a whole different level. It's ugly. And I don't even know WHY is the thing. It's not like these final tests are a surprise by any means. I've known when they will be since August. Which just makes me that much more mad with myself for getting so worked up over them. I feel like Nancy Kerrigan after she got smoked in the shin whenever finals roll around at the end of each semester....wwwwhhhhhyyyyy wwwwyyhhyyyyyy whyyyyyyy?!?!?!?!?!!!!

I feel ya Nancy. I once got hit in the eye while playing hockey.
I'm sure this was my same reaction.

Needless to say, it's only Monday and I'm SO over finals week. Thank the lord that I'm done first thing Wednesday morning. By all means, I am not a morning person but I will take a 7:30am and 9:45am final ANY day over a 4:00pm or 7:30pm final. No way josé. And besides my own finals, I can't wait for the class I TA to have their final either. What's with all these students blowing up my email the past two days saying "help me understand this...where is this information at...when is our final and where at?!" What I wanna know is just how big that rock is that they've all been living under all semester apparently, holy smokes!! If you have a final in less than 12 hours and you don't know where it is, you have much bigger problems than not knowing two vocab words. While they just add to my stress because of course I put off my own studying to answer their emails, at least I know I have my own shit together. And because of that, I can rest easy tonight. That is if all 15 pounds of Paisley doesn't try to hog the bed again...