What the fuck is good with finals. You have 4 or 5 finals in a span of 4 or 5 days. You basically stay up all night looking at the same bullshit over and over pretending to learn it or care. And when you get the final, it doesn't matter how long or hard you studied, there's always one section worth more points than the others that you just plain didn't study. You got to remember little details like sargassums and control processes and current value formulas. And finals week always happens to be like the best fuckin week of the year. 85 and sunny, the SI Swimsuit girls are having a bakesale down the street, the liquor store is giving away kegs just for their own shits and giggles. But noooo, your stuck inside forcing yourself to pretend to care about bullshit that you will probably retain for the next 24 hours. Probably the worst week of the year. And then when your done, don't forget that they kick you right the fuck out. Like bro, I can't get one week here where I can just funnel Jaeger and be balls deep in some willing and mediocre freshman bitties and not having to worry about getting to that fucking 11 o'clock class that has mandatory attendance?
And then when you are leaving, it's always awkward as fuck. Who do you say bye to? Do you say bye to your tutor who got you through Stats but had that funny smell to him but at the same time could be useful in the future? Do you say bye to the quiet kid who lives next door who guest passed you into lunch a couple times? Its like fuck. I could never be seeing some of these people ever again, but do I give a fuck? Probably not. So fuck goodbyes. And fuck finals week.
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