If there is one thing UC Berkeley students hate more than Tele-BEARS and classes on Northside, it’s finals. It’s around this time that the majority of us start to regret missing those one or 10 classes as the realization of how much content has been left unread begins to set in. But never fear! In this time of impending doom, we at the Clog want to sprinkle you with some happy, slightly delusional positivity!
It’s the perfect excuse to eat whatever you want
We’ve heard it time and time again that much of our brainpower comes from the energy we get from food. So, an overworked brain + depleted energy levels = MORE FOOD! With finals, you can disguise junk food as “brain fuel,” and spending a whole day consuming nothing but Hot Cheetos and energy drinks cannot be judged. Also, if you’re a late night studier, you know pizza at 2 a.m. is going to happen.
Finals are a great money-saver
With the bright spark of financial aid having all but died and Christmas right around the corner, not many of us are exactly rolling in money. If dead week in your case refers to the death of your social life, you’re bound to save money in the process of getting your life together. Sure, studying means you can’t have a life, but it also means you can’t spend the money you would in the process of having one. More money to spend on celebrating when you finish!
It’s almost Christmas!
Need something to look forward to that’s not the depressing inside of a textbook? Just think about Christmas! Once you finish finals, the only thing you have to worry about is spending time with your family, opening presents and being forced to watch too many Christmas movies with your parents on the Hallmark channel. Plus, you don’t have to worry about school again for a month.
OK, so finals don’t rank too high on the list of things we want to do, but you can find solace in the fact everyone is in the same boat. This is the reason “study buddies” and study groups become our best friends — maybe finals aren’t so isolating after all! Admit it, there’s something strangely unifying about overhearing someone sigh “Urh, I hate finals” and finding yourself replying “me too” in your head.