Through the Fog

The week before exams is named "dead week". There are several meanings of this by students on campus. This semester I would describe it as the pleasant definition of a week with no work. Since my workload was quote, dead, I subconsciously decided that I did not need to get ahead of my study schedule for finals. The past week has been a great deal of wasted time for the most part, and of course it is linked with the Thanksgiving break we had the previous week.

So, this week is the the first of finals; the first test of freshmen character and dignity. For myself, I am eager to get to campus and watch them flock to the library, which is foreign to them, and destroy the comfort of those who have called the building a second home. I don't want to call it that myself, but I have spent a good deal of this semester there, including weekends. I don't really appreciate crowded long tables or the mile long line to the Hill of Beans, but I will take time to reflect on my first experience with finals on the collegiate level, and probably laugh at the kids searching for someone to explain the semester's material in 15 minutes. Those were the days...