December 7, 2005
One down, three to go.
I’ve never sworn so much in one period as I did the hour before the final I just wrote.
Example of how I am a walking disaster:
Sitting in Comm 18, waiting for final to begin. Surrounded by a clipboard full of notes, a textbook, and a small pile of essential items (pen, pencil, eraser, my ever-present and oh-so-reliable tube of Chapstick). Considering typical small lecture theatre desks, this left little room for the biggest object there: namely, myself. I shifted perhaps a measly little inch, and whoops, elbow sends Chapstick flying. Reach to pick up Chapstick, pencil goes flying. Bend forward to pick up pencil and whack my head on the chair in front of me. Shocked and stunned, I sit straight up only to have my clipboard full of notes fall on the floor. Thoroughly aggravated by this point, I throw my hands up in defeat, which of course leads to my textbook being knocked off the edge of my desk.
In about thirty seconds I managed to clear off my desk of every item I had placed on it, and created quite the ruckus while at it.
Well the good news is I am officially done one of my three finals. Bad news is? I ran out of time. I’ve never run out of time during a final before. I don’t think, at least. Maybe I have, but it was such a traumatic experience I chose to forget it ever happened. Like I am pretty sure I’ll do this time around.
I was done my final at 10 PM, but my bus doesn’t come until 10:53 PM. Guess what that means? That means that next time I complain about twelve hour days at school, remind me twelve hours isn’t as bad as the day I spent fifteen hours at school. Yes, that’s right, I’ve been here since 8 AM.
Thank goodness Wes is online to keep me company during my final hour here. Thanks Wes, even though my conversation skills are lacking since I am busy typing this out.
Time to go catch the bus.
December 7th, 2005 at 10:53 pm
Glad I could be of service! Talk to you later.
December 8th, 2005 at 9:03 am
ah exams….nope don’t miss those…
On my last ever undergrad exam the very last question was a short essay question on something related to weather patterns (a meteorology/chemistry course)…so I wrote down about a page of bullshit, and in the giddiness of the last ever exam I then wrote at the bottom of it….”can you tell I pulled this stuff from my ass?”
To this day I still feel so proud of myself for that, though really it doesn’t make anyone laugh as hard as I do each time….
December 8th, 2005 at 9:19 am
hey at least you weren’t in the wrong room, usually when I have one of those days I find out 5 minutes before the exam starts taht I’m in the wrong room and it takes me 10 minutes to find the right one.