A Weekend to Remember

Finals are over, winter break is underway, and grades were posted a few days ago. Everything is moving forward, but I want to go back in time a little bit.

On the weekend before finals, the tension on the hill was almost palpable.  People whom I know wake up, regularly, no earlier than eleven o’clock were having breakfast at eight. The more competitive ones were looking for a table at the library at six.

I did not change much of my sleeping schedule other than going to bed earlier. My alarm still rang at six o’clock and my breakfast was served a bit after seven. Really, I knew that this was just another weekend; I had already dealt with several exams in one week (though this time I had two in one morning). However, I still felt a kind of… rush. For the first time, I felt as though it was all—my studies, my grades, my future—up to me.

My schedule during “Finals Weekend” was fairly simple. I had breakfast between seven and eight o’clock and went straight to Dinand. There, I would find a place to sit down and spend about five hours studying. Usually, this session was all accounting. Sometimes it took me a while to find a place. I even thought that some people left their belongings at tables overnight. In fact, I sat at a cubicle one day, and it was right next to a table with no people and a jillion sheets of paper spread out. “They must be on a break,” I thought, but when I finished my five-hour study session there were still no people at the table. In any case, after that, I would eat lunch and have another study session.

I am glad to say that it was very much worth it and that I, somehow, really enjoyed the process.

Having said all that, I wish everyone happy holidays!

Sometimes, All You Need Is a Funny Box

Hey everyone!

It has been a while since my last post, but there is a reason, I promise.

I will begin with Thanksgiving “break.” I say it like this because I went home carrying my rather heavy backpack and my laptop, knowing that I would just change the setting of Dinand to my living room. I knew that college would follow me no matter where I went. Even so, I had a good time. It was nice to spend some family time for a change—just me, my mom, my dad and, of course, my textbooks.

When I came back to the Hill, a week scarier than Halloween was waiting for me. I had three midterms and, if it was not already spooky enough, the final presentation for one of my classes was due. I had no idea where to start. At this point, time management seemed to me like a legend made up by some mythological character.

“Welcome to college,” someone told me. I actually felt it this time.

As of today, three of those four unforgiving hurdles are down. Only one more midterm to go. It has been tough, but I realized somewhere along the way that it is better to just take it one step at a time.  Just something worth noting.

Having said all this, I want to end on a more positive note. My father sent me a package today, and not quite the package itself but the box where it came was the highlight of my day.

My package’s very unexpected box.

“Spoiler alert. It’s socks again.”