We remained focused, pushed ourselves to our limit, and completed that last hard sprint up the hill. We made it to the finish line, and now we finally get to breathe, and sleep again. Finals week is over. But not really.
For the next two weeks we’re just going to think about finals week, which is just as bad as finals week itself. We’re going to go over every question we answered on every test we took, and try to remember if we circled A or B, and if the answer was C or not.
We’re going to replay the facial expressions of our professors during our presentations to try to gather whether or not they implied good signs or bad. Then we’ll spend the rest of our time convincing ourselves that they were good, even if we know that they weren’t.
And if we’re really paranoid, we’re going to go to bed and dream about our grades finally being posted online, and as soon as we wake up we’ll check the portal and continue to refresh the page for the remainder of the day.
Yes, we made it to the finish line.
But from the moment we cross that finish line, all we can think about is the results. “Did I do well? Did I fail? Did I completely demolish my GPA?” A number of different thoughts run through our minds. We just can’t stop until we get the results.
So I’ll be here-starring at my computer screen, impatiently refreshing the page until my professors hand me back my mental freedom with the post of a single letter grade.