Finals?! Now?!

I'm actually not that stressed about my finals. I really only have one final when I really think about it. The other two are pretty much a "show up and get an A" situation. I'm not complaining.

However, my roommate is attempting suicide on a grand scale.

So she got married on February and has spent every weekend driving between Buffalo and Houghton. She leaves right after class on Fridays and then is back either late Sunday or just before class on Monday. That alone is an emotional roller coaster ride for her and her husband, but now it's finals week.

This morning she ran into our flat, looking like a frazzled chicken avoiding the cutting block. Her eyes were trying to but out of her head and she was out of breath as she dragged everything from the weekend into the apartment. After I said, "Hey there. Need help with anything?"

She said, "No, I've got it." As she plopped her stuff down onto the sectional in our apartment, she straightened and said, "I'm leaving at two."

I sat a little straighter in my chair before I got to my feet and said, "Um..."

"Tomorrow morning I mean," she said as she ran to the counter and set her coffee cup down and then picked it up and took a long swig.

"Two AM?" I asked as I moved my backpack, getting ready to leave our apartment for our 10 o'clock class. She nodded and I said, "Um. Why?"

"'Cause I don't have anything going on tomorrow. My poster presentation isn't till Wednesday."

I'm still a little baffled. So she's leaving at all hours tonight to drive back to Buffalo, plans to spend one day there with her hubby, and then tomorrow night she'll turn around and come back to Houghton to give her senior thesis poster presentation.

Here I thought I was insane for wanting to finish my fifth book by the end of the week.

By 1:30 this afternoon, I found her snoozing in one of the booths in Big Al's. I mean, if anyone could pull off driving an hour and a half every two days just to see her husband and still get an A in all of her classes, it would be my roommate. She's pretty B.A. when it comes to school work. Still though, it doesn't seem healthy.

Although I'm not really the best example of a healthy sleep-schedule individual. I barely average six hours a night. Oh well. I guess together we'll try to keep ourselves from dying.

This time next week, I will be done with college worrying things. Everything will be done, aside from a massive print session to get copies of my books for a bunch of my friends. Crazy to know and wonderful to experience. And surprisingly enough, I'm not scared or worried. Thanks God!

Finals week.

Bring it.

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