Following turning in my scantron, at approximately 6:00 pm, full of enough scratched in, erased, and more than enough scarred, lead dots that I could have easily used to make words and pretty pictures (maybe even a picture of myself), I took a deep and dreaded breath as I turned in one of my hardest and most nerve wracking finals in my whole life: my Biology final. If you really think I’m being dramatic, think again and dare to ask any of us who have survived the heat of this interesting yet seemingly difficult but not too difficult course.
Whether Biology is or is not your currently hardest and most time-consuming class (it is for me), there will always be that one class that you must pull at least one all nighter for. There’s that one class that takes 23 hours of your time everyday, and is practically the center of your existence, here at STLCOP. In fact, if you were planet earth, that class would be the sun, metaphorically speaking at least, because you need it more than anything, and without it, your GPA would be as cold as Pluto, and well, literally speaking, you’d be a failure and have no choice but to give up on your scholarship, drop out of pharmacy school, and learn how to ride an elephant because the only hope you have is making a career out of joining your local circus as an elephant whisperer. Or you could try to be a magician. That’s your pick.
Until that point when I was ready to part ways with my scantron for my Biology final and turn it in, I was motivated, determined to make the most out of my time from the very beginning. I was determined and planned to not let procrastination get to the best of me during this grueling week, from many days ahead. As they always say, however, anything is easier said than done. That, I fully agree with.
In honor of my efforts to do so, I had sacrificed Black Friday shopping, and any contact with the outside world in general, and almost gave up on attending my family’s Thanksgiving dinner. Instead, I was forced to stay with my 170 something lecture notes which were practically joint to my hip. I gave up time to kindle my current and longstanding relationship with the love of my life. I compromised my time and didn’t have any left to spend time with my significant other, who I hope will take me back after I come home and apologize for not being there for: my main man Netflix.
Because that’s what you do when you’re faced with your hardest final. You try your hardest, and have to make sacrifices in the process, having to compromise your relationship with others.
Despite the plans I made, after my Biology final, I found myself displaying symptoms of the most dreaded and feared disease to hit the planet of academic success: I began to have PHE Syndrome.
PHES, also know as Post Hard Exam Syndrome is quite simple to understand, but very difficult to treat…it’s as difficult to treat as a fungal infection (sorry for the Biology reference.) Because in reality, after you have your hardest exam, it becomes extremely difficult to study for the ones that are supposed to come as the easiest.
With PHES, you find yourself more vulnerable to spending too much time on social media because after your hardest exam, nothing else matters. With PHES, you just want to get past your easier courses and want to make little effort as Winter Break is only three days away. You find no other purpose in live except watching Key and Peele in your free time. Because it’s easier to watch a million Key and Peele clips on your laptop, than stare at Moodle and do practice Chemistry problems in order to prepare for your Chemistry final which is in less than 48 hours. But with PHES, you just think “well, who cares?” And that’s when it becomes a problem.
The best part is that with PHES, you find yourself more motivated to do anything except study more. Because all the studying you could have possibly done was spent on your hardest final, which is now over. and so, all you are left with is a big bucket of procrastination, and a full stock of Friends episodes that you’d rather watch instead of study.
The worst part is that PHES finally goes away when you get your finals scores back, at which you have no choice but to run into the woods cry your eyes out because no one could possibly understand your pain, and of course, your stupidity.
In the meantime, while I battle with my PHE syndrome, I could only wish that there was a pill for my struggle, as I practically crawl through the halfway point of finals week. Sigh. The challenges of a 1st year STLCOP Student.