One Last Hurrah

After a long week of studying, stressing, and eating way too much food, we have finally survived the bi-yearly struggle of finals. We are finally finished, and now are free to enjoy the next month of relaxation and no school-related responsibilities. Pure, sweet freedom. In order to celebrate this triumph, and as one final hurrah before heading our separate ways for break, my roommates and I decided to make a nice little trip to Chipotle to eat away any residual stress from finals, our usual coping mechanism, of course.

We were surprisingly very gracious towards each other at first, figuring that we might as well be nice to each other since we will be gone for a month, but that delusion lasted roughly a grand total of two minutes before the usual banter and lovely remarks at each other once again resumed. The meal, as always, consisted of us stuffing our faces while also cracking up at just about anything and everything. We are just such lovely ladies, full of manners and grace every time we sit down to a nice meal. Ha. Yeah, not a chance. Anyone who caught a glimpse in our direction soon regretted it, because we probably looked like a group of wild wolves that had finally come across its first prey in a few days. One could have assumed that we hadn't seen food for a week by the vigor we were scarfing our food down with. I must say, though, that those giant Chipotle burritos are tough to eat graciously.You try to eat one of those suckers without spilling a drop. I'll give you a dollar if you can. Anyways, the other two made their's disappear a little bit faster than I did, due to the inability for me to shut up at times, and so we sat there chatting a bit more as I finished up my over-sized dish.

Finally it was time for us to head out, along with having to say goodbye to one that was heading directly home. It was about a five minute scene of us hugging and appearing to be kind to each other for once, before someone smacked another in the back of the head, along with arguments of who was her favorite (obviously me) broke out. Then came the overly dramatic, fake crying goodbyes and all that jazz that the usual college girls do to each other. Loveyouuukissesskaybye. She eventually drove away, which was our queue to repetitively yell how much she was going to miss us. It was quite the sight. The two of us remaining were both running on very small amounts of sleep, and definitely delirium had kicked it. We started saying this one extremely random word that we thought was absolutely hilarious, and just about died laughing the entire ride back to campus. We were getting so creative, we thought, with the various ways we could use the word and just laughed harder and harder each time. I soon found myself bawling from laughing so hard, with streams of tears running down my face. It even reached a point of hysterical laugher/crying where I practically could not breathe. I know this sounds extremely dramatic, but I am almost positive I have never laughed so hard in my life. I must have been the lack of sleep and the relief that finals were finally over and that I could now completely relax, but whatever it was, it was ridiculous. My sides were completely split, my stomach ached like no other, and my face just hurt from the laughter, not to mention the fact that it looked like I had just gotten dumped by the love of my life with the amount of water running down my face. We had absolutely lost it, and it was fantastic.

We finally arrived back to campus, having semi-pulled ourselves back together, and had to say our final goodbyes as well. It would have been sadder had we not still been laughing like maniacs, but maybe that was for the best. I am so grateful for those two kiddos. I don't think I would have survived this week, or even this semester, without them. I have never laughed harder than I have with them, and it has been oh-so-necessary every time. I couldn't have imagined this semester coming to a close any other way.