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Tuesday, December 07, 2004

It that's time of year again.

The time when classes are over and you want to go out and drink beer until the sunrise. Time to see family and friends. Time to celebrate a successful year. But there's one little catch. One small little thing that stand in the way between me and freedom.

Finals.

I absolutely despise finals exams. I would rather cut of my right hand, toss it in a blender with a dirty shoe, make a shake and drink it. Its not even so much the actual tests themselves or their relevance to, oh the rest of my life. Oh, no, finals are just a bunch of tests at the same time. I can handle that. I've handled that all my life.

It's the anxiety.

The most devastating aspect of final exams is the stress and anxiety that go along with the weeks of preparation before the actual test. The accumulation of so much anticipation at once is just mind-boggling. Did I study enough? What if that's on the test? I wonder if I can get that hot chick's number since I might never see her again? It's all in your head.

College kids don't kill themselves because they get a bad grade on a test. College kids kill themselves because they think they will get a bad grade on a test and fail out of school and have to work at Burger King and knock up their girlfriends and be poor and live miserable lives not worth living.

Don't worry, that's not me though. I always use a rubber. See you on the flip side.

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