Which I don't really feel like doing. At all. But I will.
Starting Friday, for the WHOLE WEEK every dorm has 23 hour quiet hours. That's right. We can only be loud but "non-disruptive" for an hour a day. From 6 p.m to 7 p.m. If we mess up once, we get written up.
So, essentially, Friday, the dorms become prisons. And everyone is serving a week sentence for, well, finals.
Argh. I can hardly wait to come home to fires and couches and showers with water pressure. As much as I love Ithaca, finals makes being here college minus the fun.
Which is obviously no fun at all...and makes me really need chocolate and caffeine in various forms.
Wish me luck! All the stress should be gone by Wednesday night!
