Finals

I've just experienced my first two finals ever. And let me tell you... they were no fun. My first college final was psychology, my least favorite subject. There were 178 questions and it took me about 2 hours to finish everything. Handing in that exam was such a huge weight lifted off my shoulders! My second exam was today and it was in French. That wasn't nearly as bad as the psych one, but it still had its difficult areas. I have one paper to write and one exam left before I can board a plane home to New Jersey! Can't wait til Monday night!!

I know I haven't been very good at keeping up with this blog, but I'm trying to make up for lost time now. These past few weeks have been the most stressful, crazed weeks I have ever lived through. Teachers have been piling on the work like it's nobody's business. I've never really had "finals" before. Sure, the ones I took in high school seemed horrible at the time, but I never really had to prepare for them. With all the exams and papers I have due in the next couple of days... it's a little more than just overwhelming. I've never been this swamped with work in my entire life. If this is just the beginning, I can't imagine what my next seven semesters are going to be like.

my mash-up

For my mash-up, I decided to combine a Shel Silverstein poem with zombies. Here is the final result:

Whatif by Shel Silverstein & Katie Inglese

Last night, while I lay thinking here,
some Whatifs crawled inside my ear
and pranced and partied all night long
and sang their same old Whatif song:
Whatif a zombie came in my room?
Whatif it stole all my clothes?
Whatif it pretended to be me?
Whatif my parents never even realized I was gone?
Whatif it went to school pretending to be me?
Whatif it went to my classes and forgot my homework?
Whatif it flunked my last test- on purpose?
Whatif it threw all my clothes in the mud?
Whatif it wore clown makeup on a first date?
Whatif my date really thought that zombie was me?
Whatif zombie-me ate his brain?
Whatif that zombie imposter had me arrested for murder?
Whatif that sombie ruined my life just for fun?
But if a zombie were to eat my brain
the nighttime Whatifs would never strike again!

I decided to choose this as my mach-up because I really wanted to do something literary. Originally, I had planned on using a chapter out of "The Great Gatsby", a classic piece of American literature and a personal favorite of mine. After some careful consideration, I decided I couldn't bring myself to essentially destroy one of my personal favorite pieces of literature. I settled on something slightly more innocent and malleable, like a poem. I didn't feel nearly as bad manipulating those words to become slightly more comical.