The Relationship Between Finals and Drinking

I'm not quite sure why such a relationship exists between the finishing of a final exam and drinking. I know I didn't come upon the idea by myself though. I remember my first year of college, just five measly years ago (gosh, it's been a long time) when after finals, some classmates suggested drinks at the Nest. I don't know what is so attractive about getting plastered after you've done some serious finals writing. But it sure is attractive. It must have something to do with that brain-drain I had after writing a 2000-word essay in just under two hours. It's a good thing I'm not still at NAIT, though. Because then it'd be two o'clock and I'd be hammered and unable to drive home. Not cool.

Speaking of it being five years since I started college the first time, this is getting ridiculous. You know what my reasoning for not going into psychology after high school was? You need to dedicate at least seven to ten years to make something of yourself with a degree like that. So what do I go and do? Choose history. As it stands, it'll take me six years to a bachelor's and eight to a master's. Yikes. All things considered, though, assuming I don't want to hang myself four years from now, the tally after eight years will stand: one 2-year degree, two bachelor's degrees, and one master's. I guess that's not bad for eight years, especially considering I move halfway across the planet during that time, too. Okay, I'm done justifying. I feel better now.