Last exam today. Yes, I’m the sucker who has an exam on the 20th, but I’m feeling less stress and more a feeling of,
“Tuesday! Tuesday! Tuesday! One day left for DECEMBER EXAM MADNESS!”
That needed to be read in a monster truck rally voice. Otherwise, I just sound like a crazy lunatic with caps lock, which is now mostly for angry people on the internet.
The storm is over for me, its rough waves of sleep-deprivation countered with caffeine overdose a thing of the past. I feel smug eating an apple now, content that I have the time to enjoy a juicy piece of fruit, not crouched over my laptop, much like a troll would, separating my candy stockpile into sour and sweet, the sole organization I’d use for nights of sporadic cramming with the occasional maniacal epiphany that doesn’t make much sense in a rational morning. I’ve lost the “exam posture” too, that hunched stance on a leaned-back chair, paired with a scowl saying, “none of this makes sense and I have to prove it does in two days.”
Well, my room’s still messy, but let’s just tick that off as a solemn memorial to what I used to be, the somber monument to the Exam War of December on my brain. Perhaps I should add a reflecting pool of nacho cheese. I really do need to clean my room though. If there were ever a time for an upbeat montage of room-cleaning success, played to the tune of Hall & Oates, it would be now.
The residence atmosphere’s changed too. I remember the commonsblock being a beehive of activity, the worker students seeking the honey of academic closure. Now, it looks like the set of a spaghetti western, barren with the past aura of frustration and concentration, Powerade bottles and sandwich wrappings rolling by like tumbleweeds. While I’m more constructive in a lasagna thriller atmosphere (the opposite of a spaghetti western), this pace is nice. It fits with the holiday spirit I’ve been repressing for the sake of productivity. And it just feels nice to know that for a good few weeks, it’ll be nothing but smooth sailing.