Name that book, I dare you. That’s how I feel about finals week–it’s a seemingly endless journey.
So, it’s finals week around here. Stress and sugar levels are rising and sleep levels are dropping.
Fun fact: I graduate from college in one week. And, you know what, I’m going to miss this place. I won’t necessarily miss everything–I definitely won’t miss the testing center, or the EFY-ers everywhere, or nearly getting run over every day when I cross the street–but I will miss other things.
I will miss the HBLL and all of it’s kajillions of miles of books.
I will miss the JKB and its labyrinthine hallways.
I will miss the familiar sight of this sign:
I’ll miss the acronyms: the DTRs, the NCMOs, the SWKT, and the JFSB.
I’ll miss the bell-tower and the assorted tunes played there.
I’ll miss Special Collections and pretending I’m way cooler than I actually am because my job requires card access.
Fun fact: BYU’s been good to me. I’ve learned a lot, changed a lot (for the better or the worse…), made new friends, tried new things, and had a good ole time.
Happy Finals week to you–may the odds be ever in your favor! (Let’s see how many different scenarios I can apply that phrase to.)