VOL. XXII, NO. 6
FEBRUARY 6, 1981

Lunchlines
Spanish Final Means Death To Overly Worried Scholar
BY SANDY LUDLOW

Finals week is one of the worst weeks in the entire world. Anything can and will - go wrong during this week.

Let's use last week for an example. On Monday we were granted time in English class to study. I tried to review my Spanish, but the other people in class decided they didn't need to study. I got involved against my better judgment in a discussion about the name of the bank in "The Beverly Hillbillies."

We reviewed on Tuesday, but only in the classes that I didn't need review in. My Spanish teacher chose to show slides of Hicksville, New York, (there is a Hicksville, New York, by the way it's on Long Island) instead of reviewing. He refused to discuss the final, other than to say that everything we looked at during the semester would be on it. Now, when my Spanish teacher says "everything," (s)he means that if (s)he even mentioned something in passing, it will be on the test.

Naturally, I panicked. As soon as I got home from school, I spent the entire evening reviewing all the handouts and tests from this year. To play it safe, I also reviewed all the handouts and tests from freshman, sophomore, and junior years, plus a few sheets I had left over from junior high. I needed all the help I could get - I had to get a good grade on the final to pass the class.
 I stayed up until 2 am. studying. I tossed and turned the entire night, finally falling asleep at 5 a.m.. .. and not waking up until 8:30. My Spanish final was at 8 am. Needless to say, I screwed up. I figured that if I hurried to school, maybe I could take the last part of the final, so I sped to school and arrived at 8:55.

I thought I had it made as I dashed up to the C-wing doors just up the stairs, down two hallways, and there I'd be. Wrong. The doors were locked. I had to go in the bus concourse and sneak up the E-wing stairs. I didn't encounter anyone until I was within inches of my destination.

I guess I was too intent on figuring out what to tell my Spanish teacher, because I didn't see the King Kong of the security force until I crashed into him. He asked where I was going and I pointed to the room.

He tried to push me around, but I was too fast. I dashed into my class. The guard followed but was assured by my teacher that I definitely belonged there.

To make a long story short, I was allowed to make up the test at a later time, and I did not suddenly find myself on the five-year plan. I have learned one thing, though always make sure the alarm is set before finals.