Ms. Webster's Words of Wisdom
8 more days til RegentsThere  are only 8 days of school left until Regents starts. Just sayin'.
If   you're about to take Regents, you have two options: freak out, or,   don't freak out.
I used to like having finals when in high   school, in the same way that I liked it when the electricity went out   for no reason, in the way that I liked snow days, in the way that I   liked big, dangerous, important events: they gave me a break from the   soul-crushing routine of every day.
So of course I was a LITTLE   freaked-out, because tests are tests. But mostly I was excited to get a   break from the routine of high school, the   getting-up-early-every-damn-day,   seeing-a-bunch-of-people-I-didn't-trust-or-enjoy,   eating-the-disgusting-cafeteria-food, doing-all-that-boring-work,   killing-homework routine. During finals, I didn't have any of that   nonsense. I even had a brilliant excuse to get out of doing chores,   baby-sitting my little brother, and even eating dinner with my family   (which at 16 seemed like an incredibly tedious task). Instead, I   retreated into monastic study, at the table in my room I had specially   set up.
The study space set up was an important component of   studying for finals. About a week before finals started, I moved a table   into the middle of my bedroom. I cleaned the surface carefully. I got a   desk lamp with a clamp and a hinged arm that I screwed onto the edge  of  the table. I got a straight-backed chair and a pillow for support. I   stacked my textbooks neatly in one corner of the table.  I stacked my   class notebooks and binders in the other corner. I acquired two   sharpened pencils with good erasers and two pens, one blue and one   black, and four highlighters in different colors. These writing   instruments I inserted into an empty jar and positioned the jar next to   the notebooks. I got a big bottle of water and a bag of pretzels for   reinforcement. Then I put on my favorite album (which at the time was   Pearl Jam, I believe), and locked my bedroom door. Let the storm come. I   was ready.
-Ms. Webster
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