We are so close to summer, the only thing in the way is…finals. *hiss*
Now I am sure that you are sick and tired of hearing high schoolers complain about how long the year is and how we are so excited for summer, but this year has felt like torture
As I approach finals my stress levels, which have been at a pretty steady 8/10 throughout the year, have escalated to 11/10 the past week and I don’t see this changing in the near future.On Friday, we have math
Math, I hate you.
That’s all I have to say about this satanic subject
On Saturday is history
I already took this final ahead of time, thank goodness
On Sunday, I get a break
In reality, I don’t count it as a break because I will probably have my head buried in books trying to not fail my next final
On Monday, its English
I actually really enjoy English but not today…not today
On Tuesday, its Spanish
No me gusta…at all
The final exam…Wednesday, Science
I’ve basically given up on this one
With a full week ahead of me I ask for your prayers.
I mean its great, but in reality we go and learn for up to 25 years of our life about things that most of us will forget in the near future, for me, the next day
But quite honestly I love school
Now there are a couple subjects that when I know that they are that day, I want to stay in bed and cry until I could basically solve California’s drought issue, but other then that school has brought me and many other kids around the world opprotunies.
The other thing about school, that I’ve started to realize is important to me is the social aspect. The fact that we are all squeezed into classroom and basically stuck with eachother can be a fun way to meet other people.
As well as becoming friends with fellow classmates, you start to grow a connection with some teachers who’s advice and motivational speeches you will never forget.
I hope as you read this, you realized that, even if you are out of school, that school is honestly the biggest blessing in disguise.
I know, I know, you hate it now…I do too at some times, but without school big changes might not have been made, lives may have not been changed, and we as a society may not be where we are right now.
So think about that next time you think about crying over that essay that your evil AP world teacher assigned
As I am writing this I have a million things rushing around in my brain.
Tomorrow I have an English final and I just realized that my grade hangs in the balance.
Finals week stresses me out.
During finals week, I sleep like a baby. If by a baby you mean waking up in the middle of the night crying, if I managed to get to sleep before the single beam of sunlight coming through my window decides to slap me in the face.
I have the unshakable feeling that I will fail no matter how hard I try. I study, drink too much coffee and red bull just to keep my burning, sleep deprived eyes open.
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Then the final comes
You know that feeling of getting butterflies in your stomach? During finals week the butterflies turn into wasps.
The test gets handed out
Everything this semester has been leading up to this moment, and all of a sudden it’s finally here.
There is two hours on the clock. You look around at the poor children all around you, some of them with smiles and others with a single tear dripping on to their final.
Before you know it you have just word vomited everything you have learned in the past 4 months on to paper. Then it’s finally over