Finals are for the Weary

I do not like finals. I do not like pimples. A final to me is like a really big pimple. Bulging, attention grabbing and distracting. When I think to myself that I have a final in a few days, my stomach churns and I throw up a little bit in my mouth. Luckily I had some cheerios and those taste good for a second time. Who needs microeconomics? Do I really need to know how much someone will cherish an item at a given price? I think not, but my professor says otherwise, so I take the test and tell them how the Income Effect works. Then I completely erase all of the information I learned over the quarter, and I start again with the next quarter..... The life of a UCSD student.