Finals, Forecasts, and Four-Hour Curtains: A Monday Mood

Let’s talk about the emotional rollercoaster that is Finals Week, shall we? Because nothing says “Happy Monday!” like a three-hour exam designed to mentally bench press your brain into oblivion before lunch.

🎓 Finals on a Monday? Who Hurt You?

It’s already a cruel twist of fate that finals exist at all, but to schedule one on a Monday? That’s just sadistic. My exam runs from 11 a.m. to 2 p.m.—three hours of high-stakes, mind-melting essay writing that made me question every life decision that led me here. By the end, my brain will feel like overcooked pasta. There’s something deeply offensive about being asked to function academically after a weekend, let alone on a Monday. Can we please start a petition to ban all Monday finals? Or at least offer coffee IVs?

☔ And Then It Rained. For Nine. Days. Straight.

Because the universe loves dramatic flair, the skies decided to open up right as summer break was whispering sweet nothings in my ear. Rain is now scheduled every day for the next nine days. That’s more than a week of soggy socks, canceled bike rides, and my dogs giving me side-eyes because they, too, hate wet grass.

Sure, I was planning to hit the trails with my new bike and cruise into summer like a carefree Hallmark movie lead. Instead, it’s looking more like an indoor paint-a-thon set in a gray-scale filter. But hey, if I can’t ride it, maybe I’ll paint it. Lavender, obviously.

🛋️ Productivity or Procrastination? Yes.

I decided to totally rearrange my living space,yesterday. New curtains, moved furniture, maybe a spiritual cleanse—who’s to say? My brother, bless his soul, spent four hours hanging two sets of curtains. I don’t know if that’s a record or a red flag, but let’s call it “teamwork” and move on.

Was it productive? Technically, yes. Was it a highly calculated act of academic avoidance? Also yes. We’re not here to judge—just to document the madness.

🚴 Missed the Bike Club... But Gained a Mom Moment

I did miss the first meeting of the bike club today, but I had a more important rider to roll with—my mom. Sometimes, you’ve got to skip the social rides and show up for the people who pedal through life with you every day. Priorities, y’all.

📝 What’s Next?

Tonight, I’m swapping my desk for a fortress of textbooks, cramming for tomorrow’s 8 a.m. final like it’s the SATs and I’m 17 again. The rain is falling, the air is unreasonably cold (but no, I’m not talking about the sweatshirt I was forced to wear today), and I’m still trying to remember how to spell “prioritization” without autocorrect.

It’s Finals Week. It’s rainy. It’s chaotic. But it’s real—and I wouldn’t want it any other way. (Okay, maybe with less rain and more naps.)

💬 Your Turn: Let’s Talk Finals + Forecasts!

I want to hear from you:

• What’s the weirdest thing you’ve done to avoid studying?

• Ever had a Monday final that wrecked your soul?

• Would you rather have nine days of rain… or one surprise group presentation?

Drop your answers in the comments 👇 or tag me in your procrastination masterpieces. Misery loves company—and so does this blog.