Dead Day

At my university we have this thing called Dead Day. It's the day before finals are meant to official start. There are no classes and you simply have a free day to ideally study, or in my case rest and relax and study a bit before beginning hell.

I hate finals with a passion. Always have and always will. And I took my first one on Monday and turned in a  crap load of stuff due. And on Tuesday I rushed through an extra credit assignment to turn it in to get my grade up to a 90%. Picture it: me speed writing an essay, finding sources, and going down to the first floor of the library to print it out. Only there was a huge line, and people were taking forever and then running to the other side of campus and having to go up to the fifth floor of the building and going through some literally dark and shady hallways in order to find my professor's office. I was sweating and huffin' and puffin' but I turned it in and this all happened in 25 mins.

But it was turned in.

So my dead day was pretty dead. It was a day where I was able to take a step back and think about the things coming up.

Hmm. That's all for now I suppose.

I chose this picture because one it looks badass and sets my imagination running. And two I wish I could stay in bed and catch up on the sleep I've been missing the past few weeks. Oh well summer is around the corner.