Finals suck. There’s nothing more painful to me than having to sit for 40-60 minutes in the quiet little room with the pressure of getting a zero if you even hiccup. Because god forbid you’re sending coded hiccup messages to your friends so that you can help them cheat. Parish the thought. This is my first year having finals… they suck. and I’ve only had math, you can see where I get my further expectations from. I still have a science final on Thursday, a geography final on Friday, and a contunied science final on Monday. Oh, goody. A girl who rants about everything and is about one town event from blowing her brains out gets to be figuring out what kind of bear best survives with a shorter hibernation period from 9:35 to 11:25. Now that’s a healthy combination. Science comes easily to me because for a really, really long time I wanted to be an astronaut. Then I changed my mind and wanted to be a scientist. Then I wanted to be the next Britney Spears but then immideatly took it back when she started dating K-fed. Then I wanted to be a vet which brought me back to science. It’s like a whacky little circle that everyone but me will laugh about because, well, I find nothing funny. So I have about 11 more years of finals to deal with without killing myself or another person with an extremely large textbook… but not the one for my up-and-coming final. We can’t have me on topic, that would just screw with the balance of things wouldn’t it?
Kudos! from the Loser Table,
Sam Renatolli
You are quite witty! I love the way you look at life, it is slightly weird and sarcastic, just the way I look at it. don’t feel bad I was sitting at the loser table long before you were a twinkle in your dad’s eye. Keep writing, about anything and everything. I will come back to check up on you…and let me know how you did on your finals!
L.G.