Is it really over?

Finals week… procrastination, stuffing ourselves with food to alleviate our stress, sudden grey hair surprises… we would think it gets better with the years, but it doesn’t. I just don’t get it. A couple of days ago I felt stress free, and as soon as this week hits, I feel like there is no way I’ll make it to the end. We are all the same. Either we strive to be good students or do not care, we are all under the huge stress of finals… and of our final grades.

Over the course of the semester, I have had many revelations. The first was that I do not want to major in communications to become a journalist anymore. The revelation was sudden, and hit me hard. Since the first day of Journalism I, I knew that I would never survive working under the immense pressure that journalists must deal with. Do not get me started on deadlines and time limits.

Secondly, I have developed my own writing style and progressed in the art of photography. I feel like this semester has been like working on myself rather than on courses that I just needed to pass in order to earn credit. It has been a voyage of exploration and discovery.
Writing for the media has been a course that has helped me realize the variety of writing styles out there, all under media writing. I have become comfortable with feature stories, and added my personal touch to everything I have done. This course has been helpful, and the blog entries have helped me think and release stress. They have been an enjoyable use of my time rather than an extra stressful assignment.

Here we are, at the end of another semester that has flown by. Now, we are all pulling out our hair wondering how we are going to finish these three 15 page papers, hand in two projects, and ace four exams. The internationals, on top of that, need to focus on getting a shuttle to the airport, moving our stuff to our storage spaces, and get our I-20s sign in order to reenter the United States. All of a sudden, it feels like we aren’t too good at multitasking anymore. This is going to be a hard week.