It's that time of year again, yes, that dreaded week of the semester. On one hand, I am completely prepared for this semester to be over. I want to, no, I need to go on a vacation before I lose hold of my last thread of sanity. On the other hand, I'm not quite sure if I'm ready for this semester to be over. Anxiousness envelops me as I realize this is my last chance to prove my worth. After all, this physics grade could potentially make it or break it for my transfer applications next fall. Am I over thinking it? Probably. But I would rather over think it and try harder then lose to blind confidence.

Back on topic. Finals are looming, and yes, the stress is overwhelming. Technically my week doesn't start until Sunday. Yet I already feel so restless. I haven't been able to sleep well this week and all I can think about is how I need to study, what I need to study and how I am going to go about studying. A dilemma all college students go through around this time, I'm sure.


It's not even just school anymore. I'm no longer excited about my trip to New York. My dad ruined that prospect weeks ago. Now I only dread all the long talks I am going to have to have with both my mom and my brother because apparently, it is my job to be the parent. Which, I guess, really isn't surprising coming from my family. It is rather disappointing though. You'd think after five years people would mature, even just a little, but aside from distance things haven't changed much.

So what am I stressed over? Same old, same old...