finals

Finals. It's the much anticipated, horribly dreaded, wake-up call, winding down time of every semester. The time when you find out whether you understood anything your professor rambled on about throughout the semester. And if you didn't understand will you be able to regurgitate it back in a coherent and semi-intelligent manner. It's that time of the semester you will either feel disgruntled because you knew you should have studied more but wonder if more studying really would have done any good. Or feel you relief because it is over and there is nothing more you can do and it is time to move on.

All I can say is I AM DONE. And I am feeling relief and a little disgruntled. This is the first semester I am feeling a little disgruntled. There was only was one test for which I maybe should have studied a little more.  It was that class that gives a technical name to those everyday occurrences. Such as, you know when you are talking to someone and you assume you are being perfectly clear and that the other person understands how you feel. That is called illusion of transparency. Or when someone doesn't do something you expected him to do and you assume he must be lazy. That is called fundamental attribution error. See what I mean...Anyways, I maybe should have studied for this test a little more. But at the same time I wonder if it really would've helped me keep all those technical terms and theories straight. My brain was pretty fried. But now it's over, the world will go on, and there is nothing I can do about it now except for set new goals for the coming semester and eat Christmas cinnamon rolls.

Cheers