It is that dreaded time of year again, finals. 

After a full semester of work all I have to show for it is a bunch of pieces of crumpled papers in the bottom of my backpack and the ink my teacher puts on my test telling me how I did in their class this semester.

This time is stressful for all, and I try to not get caught up in the stress, but there is just no way around it.

Honestly, most finals for me aren’t too hard.

Math? Easy.

Science? Easy.

English? Easy

History? No sir.

For me history has never been something I enjoyed and has been something that causes me great stress and headaches.

I can memorize a math formula and apply it just fine, but tell me to memorize who, what, when, where, why, and how, that will take me time, and even then there are no guarantees.

Currently I am sitting in front of a screen writing because I had to take a break from history.

I have been working for the past few hours and all I have to show are about 60 quizlet flashcards that probably won’t help to review, but I did them just for the purpose of writing out the identifications.

So glad I finished those because now I have to move on to reviewing the essays.

We have been given four topics on which we will choose two on test day, tomorrow.

Sadly I really could only write about two of them off the top at the moment, and that is what I will spend the remainder of my night doing, or at least trying to do.

It would seem that two essays and IDs would be a fine way to leave a final, but being that this class is AP, why not throw in 60 multiple choice in which we are supposed to complete in 42 minutes (AP Practice).

Maybe we could do 42 in 60 minutes, but sorry that just isn’t happening.

Through all of my stress though I must find time to stop and breathe and think about the fact that bad things happen in the world, and I am lucky to be where I am.

I would like to take a moment to recognize those lost in the tragic Connecticut shooting today in which over 20 people lost their life to a crazed man who got an easy way out by means of a bullet.

My condolences and prayers go out to the families affected by this horrific tragedy, and I know they will never fully heal from this.

I have tried to figure out what would cause a man to go kill innocent children, but there really is no reason.

Yes, he was sick, but it was unforgivable.

Although I am not sure whether his gunshot was self inflicted or fired by police either way he got the easy way out. I would have wished him to sit in jail the rest of his life, and be treated like the animal he is.

This is not to say that prison is for animals, but this man is something different, he is a whole different kind of sick and I am sure he is going somewhere now that is probably worse than prison.

He will not have peace even after death.

These families are going to suffer for years and years to come, and their babies will never come back to them, and there is nothing to say but sorry and send love and prayers.

I hope at some point things like this won’t happen in our world, but the reality of that happening is very slim.

Please send thoughts and prayers to those affected in Connecticut and stay safe because clearly our world has some very messed up people in it.


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