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No time for a clever title...it's finals week.

December 11, 2011   

Since freshman year, I've been entirely ambivalent about finals week. To be fair, there are no classes, I get to wake up whenever I want, and I'm always with my friends (granted it is in the library). It's the week that brings out the self-starter in all of us. Of course, on the flip side, I have a constant stream of work, and I go to sleep every night and wake up every day essentially able only to think about the assignments of the day ahead. Of course, the other interesting feature, which is particularly significant this year, is that it's the last week of the semester before I go home for a long time. This year, it'll be the last week before I leave the Hill for eight months. If it were up to me, I would try to enjoy the week to the fullest, but I have a (literal) handful of papers and an exam that say otherwise.

My routine each semester is pretty straightforward: (Try to) Wake up around nine or ten, get a full breakfast, and head straight for the library. This will constitute a large part of my day, save for a few breaks for meals. As sad as it sounds, my favorite part of the night is at 9 pm on the dot, otherwise known as snack time. My friends and I eagerly await this moment, when we gather and head to the basement, where there are cookies, brownies, coffee, and soda there for our personal enjoyment (and caffeine injections). More than anything, it's a great break from working and while we try to make it last as long as possible, we know a return to our books upstairs is inevitable.

On a more positive note, in MIlbank suite news, on Thursday a couple of our suitemates (shouts to Sarah Strong and Genevieve) hosted a Holidaze Party, which is apparently an annual event, complete with chili, cookie decorating, and cliched Christmas music. The two have over the year revealed themselves to be legendary bakers, which my friends and I have thoroughly enjoyed. I certainly look forward to next year's edition.

And with that, I return to my final paper for my Spanish class, Intro to Latin American Lit. Diez paginas sobre las obras y el estilo de Juan Rulfo. (Translation: Here's to a long night...)