There were so few people at the DC last night that the management was taking bets to see how many people would come. The person who guessed the closest would get to get food from the Junction (the equivalanet of an university-operated 7-11 right next door).
We had, I think, about 300 people last night. The entire night. On a Sunday. Compared to the usual over the thousand mark. Not so today, I'm afraid, which is why I'm glad I'm not working tonight. The shift the night when people come back is always the longest.
So this week will bring... Lab final, IS banquet (which I haven't decided on attending yet), the IS class final exhibition, and the usual combinations of chem, chem, and why-is-the-teacher-letting -grad-students-with-no-apparent-organization- skills-lecture-us-instead-of- teaching-us-himself bio. I don't understand it. The finals are approaching and we get video clips of catfish and a girl who's overly reliant on the words "fascinating" and "amazing".
Not much else, I would say. It's starting to become that period in time where you count down the days, taking them one at a time and saying "Okay, I can do this--there's a light at the end of the tunnel and it's NOT an oncoming train."
17 days, 5 finals, and a whole lot of cleaning & packing left.
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