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Finals season is here again.  Naturally, I am eating poorly and being anti-social.  Though not studying as much as I probably should.  Since I was taking finals just six months ago, I'm used to the whole routine.  So I've been helping out my cohort by teaching them how to embrace this season.  But the message gets diluted each time it gets passed onto the next person, so that Alene texted me yesterday to ask, "So I heard you're giving us permission to dress like slobs, eat like pigs, and be mean to each other?  I am already doing 2 out of the 3."  My original words had more of a flourish, but yes, that's the general idea.  Let's blame everything on finals.  And Wall Street.