Dear Gods of Procrastinated Papers and Finals of Doom,
I need to survive the next two weeks of your wrath.  If you promise to be even a little sympathetic and hear my plea, I promise not to procrastinate as much (at least some time I might.....later).  As you throw your due dates and ridiculous requirements, please keep in mind that I am just a mere mortal and a student who has had senioritis for about 3 years now.  Uhhhmmmmm.....if you show pity, I will make cookies ;)

Yours drowning in deadlines, suffering from carpal tunnel, and wishing this semester would end,
elise