Summer!
It feels like we were just here a year ago, celebrating the end of finals and the true dawn of summer. The Celtics were in the playoffs, the Bruins were out after a seventh-game loss designed almost too-perfectly to sell more season tickets next year, and all of us then-1Ls had survived our first year.
So, here we are again, except this time I crammed five in-class finals in the space that last year housed three in-class and one take-home. The school's policy on finals is that you may reschedule them if you have more than one in a given day or more than two on three consecutive days. There is no policy for having five in five consecutive days, because, frankly no one is stupid enough to put themselves through that. The reschedule blocks are during finals week, which meant that while I could move my two 1PM finals to the earlier 9AM slot, I could not really have an off day during the week, unless I wanted to have two finals on one day (and that's just not a good idea).
Looking back on it, five finals in one week are doable, even when you take one of them in a newly-renovated future office of a yet-to-be-hired professor that is more suited as a meat locker than as a study place (here's hoping they hire someone from Alaska, or someone very fond of sweaters). You learn to cut your studying off by 11pm the night before the test. You learn to pop enough advil to kill a small donkey as soon as you get home after one. You also learn to take a break after you get home and before you start rotating the "old" material out of your head and replacing it with "new" material for the next test.
I won't spend too much time thanking everyone that helped get me through this quarter and this year -- it's beautiful outside, I've just spent a week writing out about 80 pages worth of exam answers (I so hate keyboards right now), and I have a weekend when I can do anything I want -- which includes nothing.
Have a great weekend, folks!