The first time I ever heard of the term “midterm season”, was during lunch at the anteatery. At first, I was confused and shortly after it didn’t take me long to realize what it meant. From the continuous banshee cry’s of countless students racking whats left of their brains for answers against the evil tyranny that threatens their grades. To the halls filled with the echos of students mourning the death of their sweet A to cheers from those just barely able to evade the catastrophe that looms over their grades. The throbbing sensation from the fear of just waiting for professors to decide those whose answers are deemed worthy of passing was so heart wrenching that barely few could sleep.
In my case although I didn’t really have a midterm yet, majority of my homework are worth a lot of points equal to that of a mid-term. After all the grading system of each class is never the same and this includes the grading system of my writing class, while most people were writing essay’s 3-5 pages worth a 100 points. Mine was 7-9 pages and worth 400 points and if that wasn’t already panic inducing, I don’t know what is. You could clearly tell the difference from week zero and now, the empty halls was just giving an eerie vibe almost like a ghost town because everyones busy studying or taking midterm.
Although I’m currently taking 3 classes this quarter, I assumed that I would be able to breath and take it easy while getting use to campus life but I forget to include the workload of each class is different depending on what you are doing. Starting from my lectures to the quiz’s in the beginning and the end of the week, it feels like a literal sword fight with my life on the line just to take each quiz. Whether I come out victorious depends on how much effort I’ve put into studying and so far the videos of me falling asleep everywhere speaks for itself.
This is your fellow anteater Caleb sig..n..ing ou..t..ZZZZZZZ