Finals

I like to think of myself as a fairly level-headed person. I'm not overly emotional and I mostly keep my cool. The past week or so, though, I have been a basket case. You see, I have five finals coming up- starting on Thursday and carrying through to the next Wednesday- one for every week day. This has turned me into a coffee-guzzling, 3AM panicking, binge-eating mess. Since I'm graduating in December, this semester has been absolutely packed with upper-division honors, pull-my-hair-out classes. I'm trying to remind myself that I'll be free after the 12th, conjuring images of reading novel and novel and, of course, my trip to Europe in July. These thoughts make it worse though, kicking my guilt complex into overdrive. How can you fantasize about French boutiques and boulangeries when you should be thinking of Black-Scholes and buy-back contracts?! Anyway, let's pretend I live in an alternate universe, where instead of staring at text books and PowerPoint slides, I can gaze instead at these treats:

How absolutely Joan Holloway is this number? via Etsy

via Anthropologie

via West Elm

Wish me luck.

-a