“Oh God, they’re here. They’re finally here. After all this time to prepare, and I’ve done nothing. I’m about as prepared for finals as I was for Beyonce’s album. There’s only one thing that’s going to solve this. Hard work, studious dedication, or pizza. I think pizza. Definitely pizza, that sounds easier anyway.”
That’s usually my thought process around this time of year. I tend to stress eat my way through finals, and if you’re panic stricken and desperate like me, you probably do somewhat too. Here’s how I managed my stress eating last night preparing for my final today.
This about sums things up my reaction to this week…except I’ve known about that boot coming down for about four months. Same reaction though.
