'Tis the Season

That's right, once again it is finals season. Patience will dwindle, tantrums will soar, friends will turn against friends during this distressing time. The I.T. Goddess and her Hell hound reek havoc, yet become more futile thus confusing the poor masses all the more.

And on my daily travels from class to class, more frequently I am running into situations such as the following:

"Good gawd!" screams a Junior, fleeing from the printing lab. "Whatever you do," she shakes me by the shoulders. "Don't go into the lab, the doc12 is down! It's a massacre!" she flies past me, panic stricken.

Down the hall, I can hear it...

The whiney, demanding yowls of sleep-deprived students without their completed print jobs.

I can only run in hopes of not being seen, for the wrath of such individuals toward an off duty lab monitor is worse than a stare down from the Design Chair herself.


For such a horrific time of the year, we shall do the ritual sacrifice of one chihuahua on the day of the last assignment handout. Homage, to the deities of stress that press on our minds. Pray thee, that the gods will spare those worthy through spring finals, and that we shall all be just and fair to one another.

amen