I hate finals. I hate 'em I hate 'em I hate 'em. They completely ruin the holiday season. I should be having visions of sugar plum fairies right now, but instead jack frost is just chomping away at my spirit. It's not so much the studying, but the ominous 3- or 4-hour exam period where you walk in the door and realize there's nothing you can do but type, and there's no way out of it.
Oh well! Soon it will all be over. And at least I have an excuse not to clean my house or shave. And people are more understanding when I don't return their calls or emails for days at a time.
And occasionally, exams can even produce some really interesting stories.