It's The End: Finals Week

Finals. It marks the beginning of the ending. If you really think about it, it's sorta like war. I know, brutal comparison, but really. It's like a war-cry. We're all getting ready, we have our weapons (books, pens, laptops, what have you), we have our strength (red bull, coffee, excited energy to finish the semester once and for all), and we have each other. The only question is, who will survive/pass in the end??

I'm at the library here on campus with my pile of books on children and the Nazi regime (can't forget Miss. Anne Frank's diary), and I'm about to embark on an all night journey of reading through three of them and writing a historiographic paper on what I have read, and I have but a few words to leave you with:


Good luck, my friends, Good luck.



Much Love,
Eden