Finals Deprive Me of Coffee

As I stood in line this morning at Starbucks, I suddenly realized that I definitely did not need coffee - my heart was already pounding away like a jackrabbit and the adrenaline was flowing. So I just sat down and started to work.

Finals are never an enjoyable experience. True to form, I woke up today feeling sick. Now I'm so high-strung that I'm jumping at the slightest noises and so full of adrenaline that I'd swear I just jumped out of an airplane at 30,000 feet. Without a parachute.

And it's all over these stupid presentations today.

I don't know why I'm so hyped over these group projects. Public speaking does not normally bother me - I'll be the first guy to stand up in front of a crowd and make an idiot of himself as long as it gets me a few laughs - but for some reason this particular presentation has me all flustered.

Maybe it's because I know the professor is a really particular guy who's difficult to please. Maybe I don't feel prepared enough. Maybe it's just the anticipation and it will be fine once we get up there and get to start talking. Maybe it's the paper that's still hanging over my head - the paper that I just can't seem to make work. Maybe it's these dress shoes, which are absolutely killing my feet and are sure to leave massive blisters in their wake by the time I take them off this evening.

Only 8 more days.