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For the love of Finals

When it comes to college; do we really love finals?

 Yes, finals is the obstacle we have to pass to get to the top of the mountain. Finals; the bittersweet thought of studying all day and night just to take an hour exam. We all hope to pass our finals and move on with the next chapter in our education.

I personably have a love/hate relationship with finals. I am a nerd since I am usually at the Fresno State library but sometimes having six different finals to study can be though. From Journalism to African studies; I must aim those finals to get my career goal. Its though I must say.

No one ever said college will be easy but finals sure make it the icing in the cake of though. 

Disregard the study sessions till midnight and cutting my social life; at the end it will be worth it. I see Finals as a short sacrifice of time. I put time in learning what I must know for the final and make sure my papers or projects are perfect. I am not a perfectionist but I like to maintain good work ethics when it comes to my education.

The positive about finals is that after the test I get to party. I know it sounds immature but who doesn't  like to be able to drink and stay out late with friends without worrying about a mornings class. I like to enjoy my liberty without worries. Also summer break which in my dictionary stands for; road-trip madness. I am aiming this summer to hit a few towns in the California coast, Mexico, and possibly fly to New york once more.

I know Finals can be a pain in the "...."well you know; but we can make it. It takes patience and dedication to take a final. I am working on six at the moment and trust me; its not easy. Part of me wants to throw my hands in the air and say, "Screw this" but I am willing to climb the final obstacle to get closer to my career.

To the rest of my college peps, Good luck to all in your finals and remember guys; It will pay off one day!

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