Freaking Finals

So after yesterday's post was kind of a success (thanks guys...you da best).. I decide to expand on my first semester experience..(this will be the last time..actually, no promises), but this time, it's all about...

FINALS.

I guess you could replace "boy" in there. (Pinterest)

I guess I figured, "It won't be that bad. Everyone is putting in all this hype, and it won't be half as bad as all these schmucks say."

It was, and it wasn't. The schmucks got it half right.

Where they were wrong:
Everyone always makes it seem like you will be up until three in the morning studying..no. No, you won't. It's not only unnecessary, I think you're an idiot if you did (yeah, I said it.). You have absolutely no classes, so why would you need to be up until the wee hours of the morning studying?

Like it's just not necessary.

and...that's about all they were wrong about.

Here's the detes (like details, for those who are not in with the hip lingo):

Finals suck. They just suck.
And for those of you who had final projects and group tests, you don't count. You have no idea what real finals are yet.
Some of my finals literally mentally raped me. I should press charges because I was mentally raped.

Some finals, I rocked them out. Accounting..piece a cake. 94%.
So...I guess one final I rocked out.
The rest made me their..b-i-t-c...you can fill in the ending.

Philosophy.. I knew the best I could get was a B. Because that's all the professor gives out.
"You get a B! You get a B! You all get B's!"         Oprah, if you didn't know that...google it or something.

Math 150.. got like a 74%. For me, I just wanted out of math alive. And somehow my grade was salvaged...I don't know, maybe a Christmas miracle.

Econ...I had economics with the worst professor in the entire world. (I don't care what you say, he was my nemesis). He's a state senator, and he's all hoity toity. If you don't know what that means, click the link right here. http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=hoity-toity
He was just SO mean. And I didn't even study because it couldn't save me. I just made my two sheets of notes and hunkered down. I got 108/200, so that explains my life.

And then Anthropology, this is one that killed me the most. I studied the completely wrong things. I'm still infuriated at the teacher; she led to do this. I went in the testing center and knew I was toast. I knew maybe 5 of the 95 questions. Luckily, I got a 64%. And ended up with about as low of an A- as you could get.

This was literally me in the testing center. (Pinterest)

High school, I remember when I thought semester tests were hard.
"I have to study or I won't pass."
Yeah, I would have passed all over the place in comparison to college finals.
High school students...don't take this in offense. Just realize, you have another thing coming...and that thing sucks.

And in the end, this meme is really true.

Or is this one?

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