By: Rossani Garmendia
Just in case you missed the headline of the latest feed, let me remind you: I HATE MIDTERMS WEEK. Now that that’s established, let us sit back and come to terms with “why” we hate midterms week.
As full time students in college, our plates are stacked to the top as is. It feels like just yesterday we were charging our laptops, packing our notebooks, preparing ourselves for the return of the fall semester. Yet just like that, we are touching the end of October and swimming in the middle of the fall term.
Me, myself, and I have been merely floating above the surface. Due dates here, 600 word assignments there, and we can’t forget about full time, or part time, jobs that put the dollars in our pockets. The dollars we use for endless coffee, Chili’s “Triple Dipper,” gas for the car, and light bills to pay.
A short story to give a glimpse that is wild in my mind, a couple of days ago I was working on a recruitment and acquisition plan for a case study in my HR course. Our midterm was to design a new plan for the company and find solutions to their challenges. We had two weeks to do it and by the day before the due date, I was on the hunt for my professor’s email to beg for an extension.
Don’t get me wrong, I completed it two hours after my panic, but my nerves made me a jumping jelly bean. Maybe it was the endless questions that I was running out of answers for. Maybe it was my butt hurting from sitting in front of my laptop for six hours.
We know midterms are a crucial part of our grade. There’s no missing it and “getting it next time.” We also know that we will get it done regardless of the headaches, tears, and anxiety.
Once we click submit, we never have to look back. We will just always remember the journey it takes to get there.
Hell, I could barely make my deadline for this week’s issue of The Banner, but I figured a fun creative writing piece might be more relieving than I thought.
After the assignments are submitted, I usually spend the rest of my night with my fur-babies, takeout, and Carrie Bradshaw from Sex & The City. You might have a guess where part of my inspiring narrative of this piece came from.
