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!
