It is my first time in four years that December hasn’t meant the end of a semester or the struggle of finals. And I know it’s crazy to say, but I think I miss it.
There was something about the end of the semester, especially the end of fall semester that I loved. The final stretch, crunch time, the last mile, whatever you want to call it, I just loved the way campus felt during this time. I know I’m probably the only college student to ever have the opinion, but it’s true.
Out in the suburb of Boston, campus would be covered with some Christmas decor, an ever present aroma of coffee, and that classic winter feel.
Before you think I’m truly out of my mind, I wasn’t jumping for joy when I was writing my 25 page papers or cramming for a three hour test. However, I loved the feeling of finishing that paper and walking out of the test.
During that two week period, everyone was on the same page. Students covered in there most comfortable clothes (I can neither confirm or deny that I wore the same pair of leggings for the majority of the time), backpacks full, and bags under their eyes. It was totally appropriate to fall asleep basically anywhere on campus. No one ever gave a second glance at someone passed out across their desk covered in books. You resonated with every exhausted soul on that campus.
I think it is because everyone was on the same page, everyone had finals, everyone was hard at work. I think it was this energy that I enjoyed. Everyone tackling their to-do lists, working hard, trying to succeed. That’s what it was, oh and it being Christmas time definitely helped.
There was nothing better than finishing your last final, packing your bags, and getting into the car headed home with Christmas carols playing the whole way home.
So yes, I miss finals season, crazy perhaps, but true nonetheless.