Wednesday, May 5Posted by Shelly Holder
In any case, finals are like extended weekends, but without the pressure of trying-to-cram-in-as-much-fun-as-possible-in-two-piddly-days, but with the pressure of trying-to-cram-for-too-many-exams-and-I-really-should-be-studying-for-and-hey!-is-that- a-new-xkcd-comic?
Finals has the delightful prospect of being lawless yet with extreme deadlines.
So things like Wordle word clouds happen when avoiding a paper. Or magnetic poetry, same night, avoiding same paper.
For example, my lovely example of magnetic genius:
or that of TheatreProphet's (fellow co-conspirator in quiet hours wasting)
(and she even went one step further and alphabetized all the words, while I fought with Wordle. She also figured out how to get Wordle into a .jpg-- since I am sometimes blindingly helpless at technology-- so a big thanks to her!)
Yes, this is what we do at 11 pm at night in the library when no one else is around. *grins* In case you were wondering.
So now I am convinced that the only thing to do is create magnetic word poetry every night of finals! *bwahahahahahahaha*
I might even have to buy a set for my new apartment, and do a poem a day magnetic poetry! hahahaha
But we'll see, we'll see. I still have several finals to survive first.
What I'm listening to: Nothing. Roomie the Long Suffering One is studying. Shhhhhhh!
What I want most: no more finals?