And so it begins…

Yesterday evening, I learned that one of my dearest friends was in town.  She graduated last year and I’ve only seen her a couple of times since then.

In light of a long, antisocial Saturday, her visit was an enormous blessing.  Sometimes when I’m alone for too long, I get stuck in my head and need someone to pull me back out.  Allison was exactly what I needed.  She popped in my apartment around six thirty, half an hour before I had to work.  A few minutes of rushed conversation was not enough, so against my usual habits, I ventured forth into the social sphere after my library shift ended at ten.  It was a fantastic night.  Talking with her, someone who knows me deeply and has been there since freshman year, was exactly what I needed.

The problem, though, is that I was out until one in the morning the night before Hell Week.  Oops.

Surprisingly, the repercussions have not been too severe.  I made it through class, work, and working out without feeling overly exhausted.  That hasn’t changed the fact that, whenever I enter my apartment I change from real pants to my p.j. bottoms.  But I’m coping quite well.

To add to my happy thoughts, my Victorian Lit professor cancelled the nearly thirty page article we were supposed to read this week.  And, as a bonus, this was his address in the email: “Dear ever-widening circle of semi-demons who batten on the helpless…“)  How can that not brighten your day?

Also, my paper on verbal hashtags has been submitted and I will be finishing up my Visual Journalism portfolio is nearly complete.  After today, I will be free to devote the entire week to writing my ten-page Dracula essay.

So far, so good.  As long as I stay on top of things, I should make it out alive.

Hell Week is coming

It’s the last week of classes.  Or, as my friends and I affectionately call it, Hell Week.

You see, finals are easy.  You have nowhere to go and nothing to do but study as hard as you possibly can all day, take the test, and move on to more studying.  You have one job: pass your tests.

Hell Week, though… it’s a doozy.  You have to balance all the end-of-semester tests, projects, and essays on top of classes and normal responsibilities.  It’s as if academia is pushing its acceleration pedal all the way down and its breaking the speed limit.  There’s no way you can keep up.  Days are spent rushing from one thing to the next and nights pass by in the library guzzling coffee trying to cope.

I’m currently sitting at the Circulation Desk.  I went to the library to print an essay, saw the librarians manning the desk, and asked if they needed someone to work.  Extra hours for Amelia!  Score!  Anyways… the library is an absolute beehive!  This is normal for right before finals, but we are still a week away.  Clearly, Hell Week is going to be painful for pretty much everyone.

What do I have in store for me this week?

Ten page essay due tomorrow.  Final portfolio due Wednesday.  Senior Banquet on Friday.  A plethora of Christmas parties, plus the Yule Ball (the best dance of the year) on Saturday.  Another ten page essay due next Monday.  And two final exams.

My goals this week: get the portfolio done, write the essay, try to stay sane.

It’s the final push.  Let’s do this.

Riding the stress wave of midterms

Midterms are quickly approaching.  And I find myself riding the wave of tension and stress that always rolls around this time of year.

Here’s what I’ve got standing between me and Fall Break (which is next Friday):

  • 3 page literary criticism response paper for Victorian Lit
  • Photo essay project for Visual Journalism
  • My final speech for Public Speaking, in which I will tirade about how awful Twilight is
  • Midterm for Visual Journalism
  • Midterm for Grammar and Language
  • 6-8 page paper for Victorian Literature
  • 15 minute presentation on some British marriage laws for Victorian Lit

Already this week I’ve written most of the response, begun searching articles for the presentation, and took a quiz for G&L (not mentioned on the list ’cause it’s already been taken).

Excuse me while I spend my night de-stressing over the most recent episode of Downton Abbey.  ‘Cause I’m going to be hitting the books hard this weekend and need to relax somehow!

Do you have anything stressing you out, readers?  What is your favorite way of relaxing?  Answer in comments!