Last week was finals week, which is perhaps the worst time of any college student’s life next to cleaning day for their dorm room. Some students spend countless hours studying for their finals. The rest of us tell our parents we are while actually playing video games and trying to forget that we have those pesky things called tests.
I, for one, wasn’t extremely worried about my finals week. I had four classes this semester. Of those, one class had the final a week early, and one allowed us to drop the final grade if we were okay with our other test grades in the class. That left me with only two tests. One of those tests was Japanese, which past performance indicated would be very easy. So, I was in fact left with only one real test Ñ Proofs.
In case you have been lucky enough to be spared of my complaints about this test before, I’m going to let you know right here: Proofs class is like having a limb cut off and being forced to eat it, or worse. However, the first few days of the week were finals free for me, which left me with plenty of time to study for that impending doom of a test. Ha, just kidding. I played Counter-Strike for hours on end.
Tuesday night, the night before my Japanese final, I really did mean to get just a tiny bit of studying done for the Japanese test. I even put together a bit of a study guide (you can download that here if you’re curious, though I don’t know why you would or why I uploaded it for you). However, that study plan changed when the power went out around 8 PM and didn’t come back on. Nothing better than a power outage to make a bunch of teenage guys run around screaming like little school girls.
So, in place of actual studying, I just walked into my Japanese class the next morning, used the five minutes beforehand to check my study guide, and aced the test. Wednesday night and Thursday wasn’t a great time for getting any studying done (nor any ÒstudyingÓ), since we actually spent the whole time moving our (read Tom’s) junk out of our room. Not that we really wanted to study for that test anyway. It was bad enough to have to take the test, why bother straining ourselves beforehand trying to understand it?
We woke up the next morning a bit early so that I could take a drug test for my future employer. The lady doing it was quite pleasant considering she carries urine around in her bag all day. We decided on the way home to get some IHOP to help us pass the Proofs test. I’m sure a good breakfast was much more effective than actually studying.
Unfortunately, as much as we tried to delay it, the hour of reckoning did eventually approach and we took our death march toward the Proofs classroom. After walking in, assumed the position and let the Proofs test have its way with us. After two hours of that, I decided I couldn’t take any more and gave up. The test was about as awful as I suspected. I was quite glad I hadn’t prolonged the torture by studying for it beforehand.
After getting out of our dorm room that night, the week was finally over and I took a short respite at Tom’s grandmother’s house before being picked up for my father for my next adventure Ñ my summer job.
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