You can almost hear the mental cogs turning as we enter our third and last week of final exams at MEC. Take a walk through the house and you’ll encounter small groups of people in all sorts of nooks and crannies, earnestly discussing metaphysics, fundamental moral theology, or catechetical methods. Although the seniors have the lightest class load, I still find exams rather daunting – it’s psychological; I know. Normally, it’s no difficulty for me to fill a blank piece of paper with words, but I suppose it’s fear of the unknown that makes me quake before even the most non-threatening exam. That being as it may, I had cause to remember the real reason for exams (no, it’s not original sin, although I did hear that theory proposed recently) when I walked upstairs to the freshman-sophomore hallway the other day. Between the two classrooms, someone has hung up a blackboard that’s now covered in intentions – relatives, friends, a soon-to-be-born niece, the Pope, peace in the world… It looks like the underclassmen have pretty much everything covered! I took a second to add a few intentions of my own, and then headed back downstairs to my books, reminded that my studies are not about proper punctuation and a 4.0 GPA; to put it simply, they’re about saving the world.