Not so "dead" week

It's the week before finals here at Creighton, and for some unknown reason, it's been dubbed "dead week". At any normal institute of higher learner this week would consist of more office hours and review sessions, but very little class so that students are able to review for their finals and ask any questions of teachers. Seems logical, right? Well here at Creighton they decide to still have the normal class schedules, but many professors also choose to have many tests and papers on this week, just to make it extra stressful. Our "dead" week is like most peoples' finals week. Really what happens is that people get through dead week and spend the weekend calculating the minimum score they need to get on their finals in order to pass or get a B or whatever. For some people finals week is a marathon of slacking off and sleeping. But for the majority of us, it's a week of no sleep, eating every last bit of food that's left in our dorms, and procrastinating to the point of ending up in the weird part of YouTube. Don't act like you've never been to that part of YouTube, everyone has.
The other pain of getting to the end of the year is having to pack up and move out. I remember touring Creighton and thinking "how the hell am I going to fit anything in those tiny rooms?!" and now I look around and think "how the hell did I fit all this crap in here?" It's baffling really, a feat of science. Soon my dorm will be crawling with parents. Moms yelling at their sons about not doing laundry or cleaning their rooms or generally having any sort of hygiene at all. Daughters making their dads dismantle futons and closet organizers and carry boxes and boxes of clothes down several flights of stairs. There will be cursing, and yelling, and maybe some crying, but it all leads to summer. And that is totally worth it.

I guess that means I could throw away my printed out schedule from first semester,
Leah