Last Day (a.k.a. "The Beginning")

Today is the last day of classes, and therefore the beginning of a long, arduous and depressing exam season. My last exam date in 2/9, and I will certainly need it. If I fail, I won't be able to take physiology next year, which will set me back even farther - I'm already behind. I had decided a few weeks ago that in the last week of classes, I'd try to be a good girl, unlike the rest of the semester, and go to all my classes.

I broke that rule almost immediately by applying for an exemption from the C&O "tree tour". Rather than regretting that, I ended up regretting going to the second C&O "tour" because it consisted of standing in the hot sun at 2 PM in June, half-listening to plant evolution factoids that I already know. Adhering to lecturers' threats about how "the material will be in the exam" does not always pay. My second mistake was going to my last two physics classes today. I had hoped that the lecturer would talk about the exam and I would be better equipped to plan my study schedule, since I have to teach myself ~2/3 of the material.

Sadly, the opposite was the case. The first and only question I asked this semester was "How many questions are in the test?" and he looked at me as though I was made of Eridian space goo and said, "What does it matter?" Now I'm dispirited and can only hope it won't take too long to talk myself out of it. I wonder if the effect of continually feeling stupid and lazy while working my hardest will even actually end, or if this is what uni is just like.

This intensely boring recap is brought to you by me sucking. My next post will be a happy picspam.