I love that finals week magically coincides with whatever tv season spawns the worst made-for-tv-movies ever. Next week it's Hercules. Last year (or semester? they all blend together) was some natural disaster movie about a giant earthquake. But the best was sophomore year. I have such vivid memories of the heat wave that hit cleveland right during finals week that year. Lying on the floor of Kate's dorm room, just trying to keep all my limbs as far apart as possible and not touch anything or move any more than necessary and watching Jason and the Argonauts in its entirety, simply because getting up to change the channel burned too much energy.