I’m a bun. I think I’ve averaged about four hours of sleep each night this week, and, after 5:30 today, I will finally be done the Spring term. I feel like I always write something about this during finals week, but I’ll reiterate it for those who don’t feel like drudging up my old entries. I believe having lots and lots of work brings out the best (and worst) in people. It is only when you are pressed hard that you can begin to test your limits (in anything, not just school).

Yesterday night, I was in the Computer Science Lab and I was printing some material for the exam I have today. Unfortunately, midway through the job, the printer ran out of paper. There were no monitors around to help, so I opened the huge recycle bin/trash bin and nearly fell inside trying to get some paper to finish the job.

When I take an exam, I always try to finish first in the room. For nearly every exam this term, I have been either the first or one of the first five to finish. Not only do I like to show off, but finishing earlier than practically everyone else gives you an excuse when someone else beats you. “I got a 97 on the exam, how did you do?” “Uh, I got a 90, but I finished first, so HAHA on you, biatch!” Of course, I would never say that to someone’s face, but my inner monologue chants it over and over again like a battle cry.