Dead Week

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Dead Week- At any major college or university, the week before finals are administered and most major projects and assignments are due for submission. The late night working and hardcore studying for finals gives the students a zombie like atmosphere, and causes an eerie silence and many blank, unseeing expression

Use it in a sentence you ask? OK.

  Man, this place is silent. Whats going on?

  Dead week man. Killer.

Being that this is my first "Dead Week", I had no idea what to expect, and let me just tell you...it's hell.

Absolute Hell.

It seems like Professors want us to fail, because they are literally setting us up for it. I feel like this week is also known as the week professors enjoy to sit back, laugh & torment students... like their holiday week.

Modern-day name: "Professor bullyism".

They are putting us through this. My theory, well...it's pretty elaborate.

I'm imagining it would take place in a conference including all the professors, as they munch on snacks and drink fruity beverages.

As they make the yearly schedule, they talk about when move-in day is, and when the first day of classes will be. Then they take a break, because picking those dates were extremely hard. After a twenty minute break, they resume to their task at hand. Next, they plan when their Professional Development Days will be, and they throw in Fall Break, and after that, Thanksgiving Break - which is basically a tease for us students.

We get to leave school, and go home for a whole week. It's our first major break away from school, and you feel like you have accomplished so much already, but...no.

The professors strategically place Thanksgiving break 3 weeks away from the end of the semester. They really know how to upset students, and pull at their heart strings. Like, their saying "If you can survive Dead Week, and Finals Week, you can see your family again." So, we have to go back from a fantastic break, to hell. We bust our butts to get all our end of the semester work done for a week, then Dead Week, and then, Final Exam week. They all agree to give their students a crazy amount of work, ON TOP of the final exam they are giving us.

So, they tell us to read one-hundred pages on a topic that isn't even on the exam, and then write a paper about it.

Your kidding me right?

Let me answer that for you...I'm not.

Then, ON TOP of the hundred pages you have to read, and the paper you now have to write, you want me to prepare for your exam.

Oh, but wait, there's more. THEN, you want me to read for forty five poems out of my textbook, and annotate them all in "great detail".

Oh, but, that's not even the cherry on top...

THEN, you email us saying that you want us to read a 209 page book by Thursday? So, all that work, that won't be included in our final exam, but you felt it was necessary to assign it now?

That, my friends is why it's called Dead Week. And, that is only ONE of my classes.

The professors want to see how far we can go until we crack, well guess what, it worked. So, to those professors who are sitting back in a comfy recliner at home, snuggled up next to a warm fire, drinking hot coco, bravo. Kudos to you my friend. You have driven your students over the edge.

So, as I sit here trying to "take a break" from the madness, by de-stressing with my two best friends, Ben and Jerry, I ask you...Please stop. And, let me go home. Thank you.

College Diaries- Part 1

For most of you who have known me for awhile, you would remember how I used to blog. I would blog about my typical, but never normal days, my family, silly high school problems, and just random things. But, this time is a little different. I'm calling these The College Diaries, and it's intended for a mature audience. Well, not that mature, because honestly, have you met me?

So far college has been all the adjectives that you can possibly think of; crazy, demanding, emotional, scary, confusing, presureful (which isn't even a word, but just humor me,) embarrassing, hard, jagged, and, overall, a wild experience. I've dealt with things I've never been introduced too, educated on things I've never heard or seen before, and put up with things and people that I never would imagine I would in a million years.

College is all trial and error. You trust in people, and then get your heart broken. You bounce from friend group to friend group, trying to find where you belong, just hoping that one of those groups will be those friends-that-you've-known-since-college-and-now-your-forty-something-sitting-at-a-tastefully-simple-party-telling-your-daughter-and-her-friends-about. Well, at least that's the life goal for me. But in all seriousness, it's incredibly difficult. You have no idea who these people are. Some are as young as 16 and some are as old as 25. They could have criminal records, or children, or worse...Ebola. It's hard to trust people, but, when you finally do find that tastefully-simple-group-of-friends, you have to hold onto them.

With my first semester almost under my belt, I've learned that I am who I am, and I'm not going to change for anyone. It's taken me a very, very, veeeeerrrry long time to come to terms with this, but I finally have. I've been called names, and abandoned by people, and picked on for who I am for the choices I make for myself. But, honestly, I don't care. Well, I mean I care, but I don't care what other people have to think. I'm sorry I don't drink, and I'm sorry I've never partied. I'm sick of hearing "It's already the end of the first semester, and you haven't gotten drunk once?!?" I'm sorry I don't enjoy drunk people. I enjoy remembering the good times, and not waking up in a puddle of my own vomit. So, no matter how much you try to "sell" this to me, none of that sounds appealing. Sorry.

Second, I'm a virgin and I'm proud. They should make t-shirts with that on it, but, from what I've heard here at school, that company would have $10 to their name-providing the shirts are $10 and I were to buy one. Something I don't understand is when people ask me and I...well first off-why the hell are you asking me?! This is very personal question. When people ask me, and I tell them my answer, they immediately, and I mean IMMEDIATELY go "Awwwww, that's so cute." Or, they use it against me, as if I am different than everyone else. Or my personal favorite..."Your such a baby." Yeah, your right, I am a baby, and SO ARE YOU! I'm a baby who is still learning how to manage the real world. Why would I complicate it with all that?

Like seriously people, were suppose to be so-called "adults". And I feel like I need to use that term very loosely. Yeah, we're away from mommy and daddy, and you can run free, but don't do it naked. Seriously though, people do that, and it's weird. Very. Very. Weird. But, were suppose to be finding out our responsibilities, and who we are as a person, not our tolerance level. I'm sorry if that offends you because you frolic naked. Don't take it personally, your not the only one who enjoys it. So, you do you. And, I'll do me.

This is just a stupid rant from a girl who is crazy conflicted with the thoughts of loving or hating college life. I'm constantly confused, and can never pinpoint my feelings because they are constantly moving. Stay tune for more college diaries.