Last week, I decided that I'd knuckle down and do my homework assignments properly and not at the last minute. Out of the blue, I find out that the second exam of the semester is scheduled for Monday and it's in-class. I clicked the page a dozen times and read it over, hoping I was mistaken or that it was just a joke. But no, it was real. I was just like, 'FUCK.' And I couldn't even start studying because I knew that I would forget by the time Monday rolled around.
Needlessly to say, I studied like crazy this afternoon and ended up knocking out for the rest of the afternoon. I was so freakin' tired after waking up early to see the doctor and have my monthly infusion. It was really easy to accept the impending failure, but I went to school early and did some cramming the hour before.
I think the exam wasn't all that bad. Hopefully I didn't bomb like I thought I would. Hopefully I did as well as I think I did... but time will tell. Either way, I did better than I expected because I predicted an absolute failure. The blank sheet kind with only my name scrawled on the top of it.
Thank God the final will be online. I don't think I can do another one of those.
On another note, I joined the Barnes & Noble membership club thing. Maybe it'll pay off. Maybe it won't. But they have lots of cute Doctor Who gadgets that I just want. Nnngh.
