…use “finals week” as an excuse for everything.
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Let's be real, the pressure cooker that is an Ivy education starts long before finals. Midterms alone could send lesser mortals spiraling, but we learned to juggle, to chug coffee, and to perform under immense pressure. Yet, nothing quite compares to the sacred institution of "finals week." It wasn't just a period of intense study; it was a universal get-out-of-jail-free card, a shield against all non-academic obligations.
Missed a friend's birthday? "Oh, you know, finals." Haven't replied to a single text in 48 hours? "Blame finals." Showing up to a social gathering looking like you wrestled a bear and lost? "Finals, obviously." It was the ultimate explanation for everything from poor hygiene to questionable dietary choices. This shared lexicon of "finals week" was more than just an excuse; it was a collective acknowledgment of the academic burnout we all navigated. That deep, bone-weary exhaustion, the constant hum of anxiety, the endless pursuit of perfection – it was all bundled neatly into that one phrase.
For those of us who survived (and thrived, somehow), "finals week" isn't just a memory of cramming; it's a badge of honor. It taught us resilience, time management, and perhaps, the art of a perfectly plausible excuse. Alumni, you know the feeling. Current students, you're living it. That unique blend of stress, camaraderie, and the sheer audacity to use "finals week" for everything? That’s part of what defines the experience.
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