Finals are like battles. We procrastinate. They land on us because we were unprepared. We find ourselves to be the five without oil in our lamps. So, when we meet a classmate in the computer lab before sunrise we compare who got away with more in the last minute. We laugh at them and brag because they were close shaves and we were or are afraid. The comparison is our battle scar that we are so proud of -- as long as no one hears that we actually got it tripping over a tent post on our tour of duty.