It's the most wonderful time of the year.

YOU KNOW IT'S FINALS WEEK WHEN...*

You spend your Friday and Saturday nights in Mugar Library and don't come home until the wee hours of the morning.

You walk to the library during two large Noreasters and can't feel your face by the time you get there.

You live off energy drinks, Cheez-Its and Sour Patch Kids.

The single ash tray in front of Mugar is overflowing.

You fight for cubicles in the library. If you go to get food you leave your books opened so no one steals your seat.

You go to the bathroom and there are girls talking to their parents next to the sink because they have no time to go outside.

You relocate to floor two or lower by 10:00 because you know come 11 there will be no more seats left.

You have sleepovers at the library. The most sleep you get is ten or fifteen minutes and even that's too much. (Noelle and Andrea)

You stay awake for 30 hours at a time. This includes studying, test-taking, lunch with friends and delirious rambling in your roommate's room. (Noelle)

The funniest thing to happen to you all weekend is the intercom announcer at the library telling you boiling lava will kill everyone who remains on the third, fourth or fifth floor past 11:00.

You are in the library so long you carve your name in a wooden chair under a list of other eager students, just to prove you put in your time.

You have created relationships with other frequent library-goers. These relationships are usually made-up and involve serious eye contact, stalking and sometimes note leaving. (Christina and her new boyfriend with the large collection of hoodies)

You read books about the state of nursing homes in America because you are sick of studying.

You see all those hot guys you know were slacking all year but are now trying to redeem themselves.

A pile of coats under your desk starts moving and you discover it's a human being.



*The events mentioned above are all factual and occurred during finals week 2007 at Boston University. Please send your finals week experiences.