While I sit in my living room at home, 180 miles from the Hop, I cannot help but feel lucky. After two finals periods last year in which I remained at school for two full, stress-filled weeks, I had the privilege of leaving quite early this time. With all of my finals crammed in to the first week, I am cozy and warm at home, sitting across the table from my sister as I write this.
For those who are waiting to take their last exams tomorrow, my heart is with you.
That being said, I think finals get a bad reputation for reasons I don’t really understand. I definitely had a comparatively easy finals period this semester to previous ones, but I’m going to go out on a limb here and say that finals period, particularly reading period, actually tends to be pretty fun. While I do not pine for sixteen-hour days in the library or enjoy permanently penciled-stained hands, I enjoy the freedom of finals. After a semester of classes and a regimented schedule, it’s nice to schedule my own days and create a plan of attack for my exams. I had down time between each one (it really is the luck of the draw every time) and I even got to go out to dinner with my friends and cherish my last few days with the best people on Earth for what is bound to feel like an eternity.
Sure, finals are cumulative. Sometimes they can make or break you; if you’ve been doing well in a class, you’re worried that the final might throw a curveball and ruin a good thing that you have going. On the opposite end of the spectrum, if you’re not doing so well, you might have a lot to prove through one exam or paper. By no stretch of the imagination do I mean to say that finals are the highlight of my semester, but I do like that they wrap up each one in a neat little package. They signify the start of a new semester and in the fall, a new year.
Thinking about year long courses in high school, I honestly don’t know how I did it. I like the fast paced environment of college and the hustle and bustle of getting things done. I like having a course’s work under my belt because it means I can move on to bigger and better things. This spring, I get to truly delve in to my major, and thinking about it makes me want to fast forward to January 25.
Before that can happen, I’m returning for Intersession (for a myriad of reasons). Staying home for over a month with nothing to do almost feels like a waste of my time, for starters, but I want to come back to take classes with my friends, continue working on my research, and rehearsing with the Octopodes. I love being at Hopkins, plus getting to stick around and take free classes which are pass/fail and zero stress is a win on all fronts.
Did I sleep until 11:30AM the day after I got home from my finals? Absolutely. They’re draining, but that doesn’t mean we can’t make the best of them and look forward to coming back in just a few weeks.