I’m going to go out on a limb and guess that Mr. iPhone over there is in the business school? Anyway, Dolan vs. CAS is a different debate for a different day. The matter at hand today is finals week, and it is, regrettably, fast approaching.
Not to be a nostalgic freshman or anything, but remember when we thought Barone was pretty good? Then, however, “Oh, whoa, dude, they’ve got a stir-fry station!” slowly but surely morphed into “Oh, whoa, dude, unidentified fish substance again??” It’s hard to believe that in a few mere weeks there’ll be a new crowd of freshmen biddies at the bottom of the Fairfield food chain to appreciate – and then abhor – Barone cuisine.
Manicure. Pedicure. Grande caramel latte, with whip. Am I the only one who gets a little sidetracked during finals time (oh, Rob Pattinson is in a new movie with animals? I wonder if that’s an improvement over Kristen Stewart…)? The whole concept just seems a little crazy to me. I mean, we all work our butts off all semester, only to have it erased from our memories when we have to cram for one big test that could either make or break all our previous efforts? Come on Doctors, Professors, and all you other degree holders, where’s the logic in that?
In theory, finals should be the icing on our academic cake. Think about it: we should know all the information already from studying all semester long! Unfortunately, that’s not the case – at least, for me it’s not. And while I won’t be hibernating in the DiMenna-Nyselius Cave, I will be doing some necessary tunneling in the Jogues Burrow of Doom.
I can almost taste the salt water and feel the misty breeze of the Jersey Shore (which I’m sure won’t be the same since Snookie took over, but I’m always up for a new adventure). Honestly, between thoughts of the beach and pool and shorts and even Dairy Queen – which, I’ve still never been to, so sad – finals are the last thing I want to be thinking about. And shouldn’t teachers know this fact when they’re grading? “Oh, Maria got a B+, but it is almost summer, so really she deserves an A.” Yeah. That’s more like it.
So Stags, good luck on finals, and if you take any Dairy Queen breaks, please think of me and shoot me a text, will you? I WILL be trying it before I return to New York and my Blizzard-devoid city. Have a fabulous, relaxing, not-working-too-hard-but-making-a-ton-of-mullah summer, and be sure to come back in the fall well-rested and ready for an entire year of iPhone-Blackberry banter!
And seniors, good luck in the real world. Don’t forget to write back and tell us what life is really like outside of our Stag walls.
Sent from my Verizon Wireless Blackberry
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