Finals are Hell

And its not even finals week. What the hell? Finals week starts next week, it hasn't even been dead day yet. You know, the day where I'm supposed to kill myself studying. And yet I have a final tomorrow. Okay, not a final, because finals are not allowed on the last day of classes according to university policy. So instead we're having an exam, not a final, notice the difference (the spelling). So if you call your final an exam and tell the class that you are not having a final (as in no test on the scheduled final day) you can totally get away with having finals on the last day of class like a jerk. Way to subvert the system.

This wouldn't be so terrible if I didn't have a 3000 work paper due the same day, or the 8 page paper due before that, or the other 3 finals that I have. I suppose I have a total case of senioritis, and still a year left to go. All I really want to do is  work on my own projects. The independent study for next year on the aryballos I have been complaining about is morphing into a monster that I have yet to tell my professor about. I'm not sure how I'm going to break it to her, or what that's going to mean...

In the mean time here's some pictures of stuff in the old world cabinet at the museum. Eventually I'm going to go through it to make sure we're not missing anything, but not right now. Currently a whole lot of other things need to be reorganized, or more correctly put in their proper places. That's going to take awhile, and with school going the way it has been it doesn't leave much time for volunteering, probably less next term. We'll see.