"It is not the ctitic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for a worthy cause; who, at best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat."

~Theodore Roosevelt

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Why Finals?

~Instead of studying for finals, what about just going to the Bahamas and catching some rays? Maybe you'll flunk, but you might have flunked anyway; that's my point.
~Jack Handy

I'm not sure I understand Finals.

They give us extra days without class just to cram everything we should have been studying all semester. And that's just what it is. Cramming. Today I'll be cramming for three different finals. And yes, by Thursday I won't remember a thing. But the schools have set it up like that.

My British Lit class had rolling finals. Every two weeks we'd have a few questions on what we'd learned. Haha, and then I was free to forget it! Honestly, I know I'd be failing that class without those. Actually, still worried about failing... sad day.

Ugh. Finals week is just depressing.

It doesn't help that tuition for next semester is due today. That white glove cleaning checks are this week. So glad I'm not moving out this week too. I should probably do my laundry and I really need to go shopping. But that's life.
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