The two things that normally come with nonstop finals studying are, well, studying and sleep deprivation. But there’s one last component that really makes finals week a triumvirate of bad decisions and general uncomfortableness.
It’s week like this I can’t really decide if we’re going to get diabetes or anemia first. Like that is NOT NUTRITION but it’s what we ate all day long. No regrets.
The library has a new reservable room policy which has actually worked out in our favor. Studying in groups on campus means needing table space (see above) and also being free of distraction, and there are only so many large study rooms on campus. I can’t tell you how many times we’ve stared into that particular room to see one person in it watching Hulu. For hours and hours.
SO NOW, being able to reserve the room, we show up for four hour blocks (or more if each of us books it) and just… well, it may look like a party, but it isn’t. Maybe we put a little fun in education. For the most part we shout questions at each other and try to use the chalkboard (CHALK IS A TERRIBLE THING) and then we sit silently and think about our lives.