It’s finals week for many of you, and I feel for you, I really do. It wasn’t so long ago (fine, it was) that I was in college taking final exams myself, and wondering if life would ever get better than filling out bubble scantrons and writing essays by hand in little blue notebooks. (Do they even still use bubble scantrons? I know you don’t still write essays by hand in little blue notebooks… right?)
Here’s the good news: Life does get better. I was an English Literature major, and after college, I gave up all my textbooks and fine literature for romance novels and started enjoying life and reading again.
So, in honor of books (textbooks or the hope of something other than textbooks) and final exams, I thought I’d make that book Christmas tree that’s been going around on Pinterest and Reddit and wherever else:
If you were expecting me to use my erudite tomes for this test, I’m pretty sure you don’t know me at all because (1) I don’t own any erudite tomes, and (2) even if I did, they would only be for display, not for making Christmas trees out of.
I used my romance novels, yo.
Well, I started with a base of Harry Potter, because all good young people do.
And then I raided my romance novels until my bookshelf was pillaged. (The neatnik in me curses you all for this because they were organized by genre and then by author. They will not be easy to return to order.)
Behold, the romance novel Christmas tree.
Yeah, I know it’s kind of squatty and a little misshapen, and not nearly as cool as the other one, but dude, it’s finals week. As far as I’m concerned, we all have the right to produce crap in every other aspect of life except exams. I’m extending the rule to everyone– not just college students– because the rest of us have brain-melt from all the holiday craziness, and sometimes you really do just need to take a break, eat some Doritos, and watch Hoarders on your free campus cable.
Good luck to those of you taking your finals, and also to those of you trying to get your Christmas shopping done, or hold it together while your kids are home on break, or be the peacemaker in your family full of schmucks. Everyone breathe. And maybe read a romance novel. It’ll help, promise.