We asked you to sum up your attitude to finals in five words or less
‘I screwed up. Big time’
Twas the night before finals at NYU and all through Bobst the caffeine-drawn faces of moribund students glowed gloomily behind computer screens. To get an idea of the mental state of these students, we lured students with the lurid pink frosting of Lofthouse cookies to come and write down in five words or less how they are feeling about finals at the moment.
Hate was a common theme for most of their responses:
“I hate life”
“I hate finals”
“I hate you”
Other comments were much more deep and depressive:
“Doubting all my life choices”
“How Ted Cruz feels”
“I screwed up. Big time”
I can’t even
Many students could only manage to write one word, before they limped back into the bowels of the Bobst basement:
“Coffee”
“HELP”
“Sleep?”
Some students expressed some rather aggressive tendencies that hinted at the severe trauma their finals had caused them:
“Kill the curve”
“Fucking adder all”
“Fucking with my mind!”
concerning…
Many of the comments could be sorted into the Jon-Snow-Post-Stabbing category:
“Feel the burn”
“Everything hurts”
“You is failed”
Ouch.
A couple revolved around food:
“Like overcooking your pasta…”
“Food is the only comfort”
And finally my favorite one of all. A sentiment that I believe all of us have felt at one point or another in our college career:
“I’m a cotton-headed ninny muggins”
Study on NYU, study on, and may the curve be ever in your favor.