Finals Week

Beep! Beep! Beep!

The sound of an alarm clock fills the room as I roll over and smack the top of it. Slowly I roll over to check the time. Seven o'clock. Another day is about to begin. Just five more minutes, I plead to myself. It's useless; I know that I have way too much to get accomplished in the next couple hours.

I got out of bed and stumbled over a pile of clothes. They are the clothes I was wearing last night. Typical, I thought. Another day started just great. I was half tempted just to get back in bed and skip the day.

While taking a shower, I ponder what classes I had, and what assignments I had to turn in. It is finals week. Papers are due, portfolios have to be made, and I am a procrastinator. Not the best combination in the world.

I can't even remember if I have any assignments due and decide to bag it. If it was important, I probably would have remembered it.

The rest of the morning seems a blur. I stayed up until 4 a.m. last night working on a project and way too tired to care. I drive to my first class - American Heritage. Usually this class interests me, but I find my mind wandering onto simpler things. What am I going to do as soon as finals are over?...We should go swimming, that would be fun...I can't wait until my brother gets married!

The teacher ends the lecture and I stood up to go to my next class - Comm111, writing for media. This class is clear across campus. I try to hurry down the hill, but it is no use. My body is exhausted from the late nights and doesn't want to cooperate. There seems to be no end in sight.

The rest of the day went by without much thought. As I suspected, no assignments were due. I return home with the ambition of getting the rest of my work done early so I can go to bed.

In the middle of typing a paper, my husband calls and asks if I can bring him a lunch. Not only am I a procrastinator, but I am easily distracted, so I agreed that I would.

Two hours later I return home, ready to finish my paper. But, I forgot what I was going to say; I'm stuck. The words seemed to be all used up on previous papers that I had to write. Thinking that it would come back to me if I did something else, I quit.

Looking around the room, I tried to figure out what that something else was. Study for Spanish....no. Work on a portfolio....no. Nintendo... shouldn't, but maybe. And through the rest of the room I looked. I didn't actually decide to play Nintendo, but picked up the Princeton Anthology of Writing. Yes, that is right; I actually did some homework.

And so it went for the rest of the night. I never did actually remember what I was going to write in my paper, but it wasn't due for a couple more days, so I wasn't worried about it.

The night seemed hectic, but as I write what I did, I really can't figure out why. I guess that is part of the beauty of finals week; You feel like you are so far behind and that nothing is going to get done, only to see that it all goes by so fast, and (hopefully) you turned everything in on time.

That is how my finals week started, and believe me, I see no end in sight. But as I finish this web log, I know that the end will soon be near.