Finals Week

It is that time of year again.  Finals are next week.  Which means that professors are panicking and assigning everything they haven't gotten to yet.  People you have never even seen before are now crowding the library because they think just being in the library might help them to learn all the information they regretfully didn't pay attention to.  (Side note: This does not work.  Going to the library does not mean you automatically just know things.  I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news.)  But if you are anything like myself, all you want to do is give up, cocoon yourself in blankets on your bed while eating the most calorie filled, sugar coma inducing ice-cream, watching The Walking Dead and pretending like real life doesn't exist.  Also if you are anything like me, you will actually do this until one of your friends shows up at your dorm room and forces you to go to the library.  If anyone was wondering, taking a 27 page Research Methods test is physically and emotionally draining.  It is about the equivalent of watching Marley and Me and the Notebook on repeat while simultaneously running 13 miles.  Exhausting.  So, I'm sitting here thinking "wow this sucks.  I want to give up.  Who needs an education anyway?  I would be a fabulous trophy wife."  And then I remember that I don't actually want that.  And that there are so many people who don't even have the opportunity to go to college or to get an education.  There are women out there who don't even have the option of having a career.  There are people with no food to eat, no roof over their heads, who are struggling with diseases.  Talk about physically and emotionally draining.  So I guess what I am saying is, I can deal with two weeks of grueling tests and papers, running on no sleep and practically injecting caffeine into my veins.  Because the truth is, I am blessed to even be here getting this education and making a life for myself.  And that is motivation enough for me.