I hate finals! (aka- at least it was in Hebrew...)

Alright, hate is a strong word, maybe loathe, but I severely dislike finals...especially where there is no reading period. Classes ended on Wednesday, had mandatory seminar (1/2 of my classmates skipped) on Thursday, then shabbat and Sunday at 10 was my first exam. Thankfully I had submitted 2 papers before the end of the semester so I only had 6 assignments left as of Sunday. Then I had exams Monday and Tuesday and finished another paper Tuesday night. Now it is Wednesday and I am fried. No brain power left. I know that there are only 2 papers between me and a truly relaxing vacation and yet I am having trouble doing them.

Earlier today, I took a nap. I needed a nap and it was not a good one. I had a finals nightmare. It was not the same one that I have heard about from others- that it comes time for exams and all of a sudden you realize that you have to take a final for a class that you had not realized you were registered for and had never attended a lecture for. It was not one of those because I always went to the lectures and am generally diligent about my school work, but this nightmare was worse...at least for me.

Please note that this nightmare conflated 3 classes that I currently have- one class where I had to give two oral presentations and write a final paper, and another class where I had only a final exam, and a third where I had just a paper (where I wrote the midrashim included in the previous post).

I had completed the two oral presentations and taken the final exam for one class and had submitted the midrashim when the professor asked where my paper was. I told her that I had submitted it and it was the two midrashim that I had written. She said that it was not enough and that I also had to write the paper. I asked why, if we had already met twice and e-mailed back and forth and I had asked for clarification, I had to do an additional assignment which was above and beyond what was required for the other students in the class. She responded that the midrashim were just a warm-up optional excersize and that the paper was required if I wanted to pass the course. I cried. In my dream. It sucked.

Finals suck.

At least the dream was in Hebrew....