Saturday, December 18, 2004
Wow, finals are over now. Sure, I hate staying up late to study, trying to catch up learning things I should have been learning all semester, and figuring out how I am going to take two finals that are being held at the same time. But by far the worst thing about finals is answering that incessant question: "So how are finals going?" Okay, first of all, even if I have taken my finals already, I don't know how they're going because they won't tell me until boxing day. Secondly, if they're really stressful (which they always are), then I DON'T WANT TO BLOODY TALK ABOUT THEM, ALRIGHT? Is that reasonable? I think spending most of the week evenly divided among worrying about them, studying for them, and doing them is bad enough. I don't want to spend the remaining 25% percent of those five days and nights telling you about them. Ask me about work, dating, the latest version of "Survivor", or anything else I normally don't like discussing. But please, let's stay off finals. And especially don't ask me which ones I have left, and especially if I HAVE ALREADY TOLD YOU MY ENTIRE FINALS SCHEDULE FIVE TIMES THIS WEEK, TWO OF WHICH WERE TODAY. Okay that last part was just for my parents. And okay, fair enough, there are occaisional awkward pauses in conversations that prompt someone to blurt out something foolish like: "How are finals going?" or "Did you see Survivor last night?". And often the person asking the question is doing it to relieve what they may percieve as discomfort or boredem on my part. Let me just tell you, I am probably neither bored nor uncomfortable. I always look like that. I appreciate the concern, and forgive you, but now you know better.