Finals week. Not only that, but this is it: the last finals week. I'm going home early Wednesday, and I can't believe I'm spending my last hours here studying in pure panic. And as if that wasn't enough, I'm completely broke. I just found out that I overdrafted my checking account. I can't even afford to do laundry anymore. I've never been so close to my breaking point.

I have my econ final tomorrow at 1:30. This is going to be the worst. I never go to class so I have to learn all the material tonight. I've been looking through it and these equations are completely indecipherable and unable to be memorized. I'm not really sure what I'm going to do. Then at 5:30, I have stats. I'm not planning to study for it until I finish the econ exam, which should give me two good hours of study time. I hope it's enough. At least I'm not entirely lost in stats.

On Tuesday I have a presentation in my other econ class at 1:30. I have to get that ready tomorrow—I'm meeting my partner around 8 to work it out. And then right after that I have anthropology. I won't be able to study for that until after this econ presentation is squared away, so I probably won't be able to start on it till after midnight tomorrow. And, on top of that, I have a take-home final to complete sometime.

The good news is I'm almost done. Come 5:30 on Tuesday, I'll be free. Kind of. I still have Fisher Ink obligations and all my packing to do, but I'm essentially free. I can't wait. This stress is really starting to get to me. And I don't even want to think about leaving, especially since I'll be leaving all the people I've gotten so close to this year. The car ride home at 9 a.m. Wednesday is going to be nearly unbearable.