Dear Finals Week,
After throwing numerous wrenches into my plans for the week, you have now decided to add insult to injury by testing the limits of my sanity. On second thought, maybe this move is not merely adding insult, but adding further injury as well. Adding injury to injury. And maybe sprinkling a little more injury on top of that Massive Pile of Injury sundae.
I have come to the conclusion that you are like a clingy boyfriend (with none of the benefits): you take up all my time and energy, and you get pissy when I am not paying you the attention you deserve. You then retaliate by giving me crappy grades, and I am left to beg your forgiveness for the next test and pray that you aren’t still angry with me. And what do I get for my pains? More work. And possibly more crappy grades.
At this point I am merely trying to make it through this most hellish of weeks (yes, I am still talking to you, finals week!) without pulling my hair out or drop-kicking a puppy. Because at this point, I am very capable of doing either/both of those things.
Kindly go by a little faster, please. Go by faster so that I don’t fucking kill myself.
Sincerely,
Heinous Bitch
2 years ago • Notes