Weekly Wrap Up: Singing The Finals Blues

Bah, humbug!

By Hillary

I know I should be listening to holiday tunes (which are only bearable if they’re sung by Lady Gaga) or baking cookies or something, but all I can think about right now is finals. It’s like being the one sober girl at the party: everyone around me is drunk on holiday cheer, but I’m going to be feeling pretty Scroogey until December 21 when I take my last exam and go home.

Sure, things could be worse. I could be as strung-out as Lindsay Lohan or as mentally anguished as this girl. I could be dealing with work crises in the real world—shudder—or forced to talk about sex with my parents. I could be the victim of sabotaged condoms, which might lead to something so scary I don’t even want to think about it.

Hm… actually, all of this worst-case scenario stuff is making me perk up. I’m starting to remember that there are plenty of fun ways to give my brain a rest whenever I have time to stop studying—I can start watching Jersey Shore, for one thing, and surfing the web to find gifts for everyone on my list. Maybe I shouldn’t let finals kill my holiday spirit after all.