I'm talking about finals week.
As hard as finals week was when I was going through it myself, I think it's even harder when Spencer goes through it. And by harder, I mean harder on me. I'm selfish like that.
I'm not sure if I really need to refer to it as finals week. He doesn't have any professors giving actual tests. It's all about the papers. And papers when you're getting your PhD in philosophy are not a walk in the park. Spencer has been on campus until 10 or 11 every night only to come home and work on the computer until 2 or 3 in the morning.
I'm exhausted (because I'm selfish like that). And I kinda miss Spence.
It's all over tomorrow (though he still won't be home for bedtime). If I'm this worn out from the past week and a half, I can't imagine how tired Spence must be. He has a break on Thursday. Then the poor guy has a scout camp out to be at on Friday night.
Next week we have one blissful class-less week before spring quarter begins.