A light-hearted take on finals week
You wake up early and ascend from beneath the sheets full of optimism and academic fervor. You try to recall an appropriate Latin proverb as the morning sun's rays bathe your body in a golden radiance. Classes have ended and the finish line is dead ahead. And beyond it? Home? The beach? LDAC? It's the weekend before finals and the race has ended -- just stick out your chest and break the plane. It seems that easy. But your exuberance shields you from the hard truth. This isn't some victory lap. It's Gallipoli 1915 and you're just some grunt in the trench waiting for the whistle. You could make it unscathed, but chances are you're getting mowed down.