WHOOO!
Stay tuned for: Senior Profiles, graduation notes, end-of-the-year reflections, and more!
Are you wondering why we haven't talked about J.J. Abrams' Star Trek, despite our obvious excitement about it? That's because we haven't seen it (see: finals). Boo hoo. So don't talk about it until after Wednesday, when we've seen it in IMAX!
It's over.
Now it's time for this:
Coming soon: some end of the year commentary and many late entries
From our favorite page right now (thanks, Nhu-Y):
Finals are a biannual holiday celebrated at Columbia.
In a series of ceremonies that can last up to 7 days, students are rewarded for their semester-long practice of putting things off with gifts of massive panic and binge studying. Crucial to the legend of this holiday are the mythological students who have been keeping up with their work all semester and are unconcerned about finals.
The holiday is celebrated with soft weeping and empty promises to reform study habits.
Ironically, studying can become increasingly difficult during the finals study period. The mind must contend with such distractions as the Varsity Show, Orgo Night, the annual KCST spring show, an annual pillow fight, and various opportunities to get drunk or meet friends at "study breaks". Meanwhile, the body suffers too. It is forced to digest vast quantities of junk food as students substitute eating for sleeping. Perhaps worse, it endures significant doses of coffee, and even mind-enhancing drugs like adderall. And there are still other miseries like the lack of study space in Butler Library. Many students turn to Boredatcolumbia to let out their frustration, often sexual. The culmination comes with the biannual primal scream.
After this madness, David and I will have to brainstorm what to do with The Blaaag for next year.
When we say memorial, it tends to mean that the person has died. Our Solomon Chao (former PC member or something), however, is alive and kicking somewhere in Cali, while we celebrate the legacy of study room take-overs in the But in his absence.
We're not gonna say where it is... 'cause this is technically against Butler policy. All we will say: this is the third semester in a row this has happened. It's a little bit distracting, but all are welcome - if you find out where we are, that is.
And so we descend back into finals hell.