finals crazy

So this finals week has been crazy in a lot of ways... and in a lot of ways I don't think I necessarily expected it to be. 

I'm just going to start from the beginning. At 5:16am on Monday morning I woke up, bundled up, and headed to the temple. About 8:30 I was back at my apartment, and by 9:47 I was trudging through the snow with my fire cupcakes (unfortunately I didn't think to take pictures) for my writing final. Because the final was a presentation, and mine was about fire. It's totally related. 

Anyways. So I get to campus, practice my writing presentation, head over to my writing final and only slightly freak out that I'm in the wrong place or showing up at the wrong time (showing up a half an hour early will do that to you), only to be saved by my classmates who 1. showed up in the same place as me. Hurrah! and 2. were kind enough to lend me a thumb drive to put my powerpoint on because mine broke...

After the final, there were still a lot of cupcakes left over, especially between my cupcakes and this other girl's. So, she had the brilliant idea of going to the testing center and handing them out! She had to go back to her dorm, but I went over and gave people cupcakes! I was kind of surprised how many people said they didn't want one, but hey. Free choice. It made me really happy though, because I know how I would feel if someone gave me a free cupcake on the terrible week with tons of tests. I like to think that may have initiated something of a trickle down effect, where because I did this one nice thing others will be inspired to pass that kind act along to others. If not, it was still worth it. 

Sometimes I feel like I'm still three years old. But really,
trampoline man is really awesome and I promise
 he will bring you lots of happiness.

So on Tuesday (yesterday) I had a 7am final, so I set my alarm and put it on my desk so I'll be forced to get out of bed to turn it off and thus will wake up. False. Completely false. I wake up at 9:06 in the am and freak out when I see that there's sun pouring through the blinds... because that's not supposed to happen at 5:30 in the morning. At 9:09am I'm out the door and rushing to campus to take my final that began over two hours ago. Luckily, my professor had mercy, and I was able to take my organ final (which ended up being fairly short so I didn't have to feel too stressed about time) and pass off my repertoire piece (Bach's Fugue in G!).

Then after taking my physics test, I headed home and pretty much from 3:30pm to 12:34am I studied for my stats final, with maybe two hours of break time. And I'm really glad I did because I'm sure if I didn't go through practice problems and all that good stuff I would probably still be taking that final right now, trying to figure out what the formulas mean. This final was at 7am too, and I woke up for it! And ended up being twenty minutes early too. Miraculous.

How cute are they! I am so excited.

Well, it's Wednesday now, which means that I only have two finals left, one this afternoon and one tomorrow, and then tomorrow afternoon I get to see my family! They're all coming out here for my sister's wedding and I am super excited to see them.

cookie syndrome

Anyone who knows me fairly well knows that I like to bake. Back home they'd always be gone within two days, max. Especially when I want to take some to school to share in one of my classes.

But here, I can bake all I want and there will still be leftovers! How fantastic is that?! I've been making a lot of cookies recently--probably more than I did last Christmas--and it's not even like it's right before Christmas yet. I've made chocolate chip cookies, sugar cookies, chocolate-heath cookies, oatmeal chocolate chip cookies, mint chip chocolate chip cookies... and that's just recently. (And no, I don't have a thing with chocolate. The sugar cookies had no chocolate in them. Jeez.) I guess I just really like giving people cookies...

It's been bitten out of because it's that good. That's right.

A real quick story. So Wednesday I went to a speed dating thing. (I think it was because of the donuts because I'm not really into that kind of stuff. Better than dances though.) They had leftover donuts so they were like "Take some home!" Of course I was really happy about that. I'd have breakfast taken care of! And who doesn't want an extra donut? Excellent, so excellent. But I had to stop by the creamery on the way home because I needed eggs (for the cookies I was making. See, this is related!). So I stepped inside with donut in hand, and I saw the people working there and they saw the donut, and before I could even think they were eating it (I gave it to them. duh). Anyway, it was a donut well-spent.

Yes, my grandkids are going to be super spoiled. Live with it. (And I'm going to spoil my little brothers too! In less than six days when they come out here and I get to watch them for a day.)

So back the the cookies. I've been making a lot, which means that I have to get creative trying to get rid of them. I shared cookies with my writing class. I gave cookies to people in my group projects for statistics and chemical engineering (and then some extra people wandering by too). I made friends with people in physics by giving them cookies. (Okay, so I don't remember their names. Big deal.) I sent cookies to my friend who's half way across the United States right now. I stuffed them down the throats of every person to ever enter my apartment door. I donated some for a Sub for Santa activity. And guess what? I still have cookies to spare. How does this happen. How.

Although it's been all of two days since I've made cookies, so I guess I'd better get to work...