Dear Finals Week,
I hate to tamper with our relationship so close to our encounter, but I do have to say that I do not appreciate you sneaking up on me like you did. You are, by far, the most stressful week I know, but I will say this about you: your presence gives me an itchy anticipation of summer and back-to-crafting. I have 2 baby quilts to make, and a book clock. This is serious business. Much more serious than "exams" and "projects." So please, if you would, go away quickly and come back at the end of December.