Once again, ’tis the season! No, not THAT season-Finals Season! And oh how festive and joyful the University of Dallas campus is. I see people out at all hours, cavorting on the mall, and laughing in the library. Oh wait, make that crying from lack of sleep.
Luckily, I have a fairly easy finals schedule this semester, and so I’m not going to be complaining about school. Nope, I’m complaining about something else.
I moseyed on down the lounge in my dorm last week for a spot of piano playing only to find this:
What? What?! I was incensed. I was enraged. I was very, VERY annoyed. C’mon, people. Throughout the two weeks I have now been suffering from piano withdrawals. I’ll look up from studying French and think, “Hey, PIANO! Yeah, I’m gonna go play!” only to suffer the extreme disappointment of not being able to. I feel like I’m missing a limb.
My thought and feeling progression goes a little something like this:
FINE THEN. I’ll just go watch youtube videos and melt my brain into mush.
Finals, I can handle. This indignity-no.