It's that time of year again. That one week of the year that you actually open your book and try to figure out what your major is. That's right
finals week. All of that not going to class and homework-copying will finally come back to run you over with some sweet, sweet karma. You see the Liberal Arts majors frollicking about campus, talking about going to the bars that night, how they finished all of their projects a week earlier, and have no tests to worry about. You hate them. Good, use the hate to fuel yourself. You're gonna need it. It's time for finals!