By Donna Michelsen

I'm so glad it's over. I think I could sleep for three weeks! All my term papers were turned in late; I stayed up until 2 a.m. for the past 11 days, and I've quit eating because I didn't have the time!

I hate semesters! Everything I do is wrong! For instance, Thursday night before last, I decided to study for my algebra final. I prepared for study in the usual way‑got out a carton of Pepsi's, three cheese pizzas, and my radio. After I had deposited these study aids in the living room in front of the TV, I remembered that I bad forgotten my algebra book.

On my way through the kitchen, I grabbed a handful of pretzels and dashed upstairs to get my book. On my bed was an open comic book. SUPERMAN!! I couldn't resist. So I stretched out on my bed, pretzels in hand, and began to read. After Superman had caught 14 bandits, saved Lois Lane twice and outsmarted the DA, I decided I'd go downstairs and start to study. Besides, I was finished with the comic book.

By the time I got downstairs, Bat Masterson was on. I decided a little recreation couldn't be too bad, so I watched it. Following Bat Masterson came Science Fiction Theatre. Well, I figured it could help me with my science final, so I thought I'd glance at it every once in a while. It was the perfect setting for final‑studying ‑ Science Fiction Theatre on TV and Fabian singing something‑or‑other on my radio. Also, I had just begun my third Pepsi and I was in the middle of my second pizza.

After SFT, my dad came in and turned off the TV. He said it was too loud and he wanted to take a nap. Oh, well! at least I still had my radio.

I opened my book and there was an equation. I "figured" I'd better try to solve it. X plus 2 equals 3. Hmmm! I wonder how you get that? Oh, well! he probably won't go into that much detail anyway. I looked through a couple more pages and saw all the same stuff, so I figured I might as well quit studying. About this time my supply of Pepsi's and pizzas were running out so I brought the empties back into the kitchen. I was awfully tired. I figured I'd lie down and rest my eyes for awhile. Before I knew it, I was asleep.

A little while later, I felt something fuzzy on the back of my neck and that woke me up right away. It was my cat. "Good kitty," I said. "Even you know when it's time for Jack Paar. Smart cat. I trained him myself. I got up and turned the TV on again. Pretty soon dad came out and said my cat woke him too. He decided to watch Jack Paar with me. It was a good show.

As I was beginning to fall asleep again, I thought, "Gee, semesters aren't so bad if you look at them from the right point of view!"