End of Semester Black & Blues

If you know a college student, than you know right now, their diet consists of caffeine, energy drinks, and the knowledge of an entire semester being crammed into one week. Yes folks, that’s right, its finals week and most college students around the country right now are tearing their hair out in their end of semester black and blues.
The general college student right now is within a fierce battle between a day job, school, and if you’re a college commuter like me, you battling the winter snow and ice during the commute to Boston. Yes, the elements are against us.

Story:

Today I left my house around 9am to begin my commute to B-town, dodging falling icicles and attempting not to breath in the freezing cold air to avoid nausea. After the beginning half of my first fierce morning battles I arrive at the T stop to catch the subway to take me into town, then realizing that three dollars has been mysteriously taken from my Charlie card. With no time to waste I darted to the nearest entry way and hopped on a trolley. Warming my fingers and constantly checking the time on my cell phone, I waited for the slow MBTA service to take off.

Finally arriving at my class (in this case, the Waltz studio for one of my last audio finals of my college career) I walk upstairs to the smoke filled studio to find no class at all. Come to find out, I was the one out of thirty students who missed the memo about the final being pushed back. I had missed my final by one week.

I walked back to the T stop with my head hanging in grief, kicking the ground of the ice box state, and dreaming about the spring break trip I’ll be taking when I graduate. I pulled out my Charlie card again come to find out I was on empty again, so I spotted the nearest MBTA official and complained about how money seems to be mysteriously disappearing from my Charlie card. Hoping for some explanation, instead I got a blank sort of dear in the headlights stare and was handing another Charlie card with $0 dollars on it. (Like I needed another one of those) I couldn’t help but sarcastically say “thanks” and walk away, dreading the upcoming Thursday where I have to repeat this and go in for another final exam.

So what… (Conclusion)

Unfortunately, there is no good way to avoid going in or studying for the final exams. Until I find out a way, I suggest biting the bullet for a week long, continue to cram the material that applies no where in the world but within the depths of the course description, and look forward to your next vacation.

If you need to share your story, please do.

Cheers to the end of the semester’

Jeremiahcity
P.S

Rent the movie “Slackers.” Laugh your ass off.