Finality

Oh, finals. They strike fear in the hearts of students everywhere. Such a strong connotation of finality in the word. It is the final opportunity to prove your worth, after all.

You go in, type or write as fast as you can for one hour, two hours, three hours. You leave it all on the paper, on the screen. You pour out everything you have forcefully stuffed into your brain.

Then you wait a few days, weeks. Nervous and awful waiting. Until you get the results.

Then you cry or smile. Or just sigh and be satisfied with being mediocre.

Are you worth more than most people? Less? Or are you just ordinary in every possible way?

What is your worth?

What is mine?

{Image found doing a G Image search for Finality}