My first finals week of grad school is commencing and it’s going to be ROUGH. I can remember only a couple undergraduate finals week with even nearly as daunting an exam schedule as this week will be.
I’m looking around at the other students in awe. I don’t know how all 57 of them are holding it together. I am about 2 seconds from throwing a chair or sobbing into my hands. Surely, someone has to lose it so I can feel better about my hourly near-breakdowns. (Ok sorry, I know it’s mean to wish breakdowns on other people).
In addition to finals week, we have a mandatory 4 hour event today, I have 3 interviews today and tomorrow (trying to smile on 2 hours of sleep is scary looking), and we have an alumni event Friday night and another on Saturday night, and I volunteered for 5 hours on Saturday morning. In short, it’s not looking good.
The only thing that’s keeping me going is that in one week I’m going to be on the other side of all this work (whether I did awful or not) and able to say that I did it.
I’ve known some amazing people that were good at living out the saying “when the going gets tough, the tough get going”. I’ve written about Cassidy Stay before. This week I’m hoping to keep going by, instead of marinating in my own difficulties, praying for Cassidy that she may continue being strong and courageous in the face of a situation that makes my finals week look like a walk in the park.