LAST EXAM

It's 9:05 am on the day of my last exam... this exam, consisting of two parts, is worth 50% of my grade for this class, and so a lot rides on how I do. Somehow, no matter how hard I study, I never seem to feel like I am my most prepared. Maybe it's due to a lack of confidence since my grade thus far is not good so I've doubting my knowledge. Or maybe this test will be a killer. Only time will tell.

I have not gone to sleep before 3:00 am for the last week, for one reason or another. I'm beyond surprised that I'm still functioning, considering I also haven't slept in past 7:30 am any of these mornings. After my exam I still have to pack and return my book, then I'm driving to Lynchburg with Bobby (who is currently passed out in my bed from a weekend in DC for "Santacon" with his friends, where they all dress up at santas and hop from bar to bar from sunrise to sundown).

I woke up this morning at 7:00, exhausted but ready to go out with a bang. I immediately made a cup of coffee before anything else, and sipped it as I quietly got dressed. This has proved to be the most effective way of waking up lately. I was reviewing my notes downstairs when, before I knew it, it was already 8:30. I still had to stop on the corner and buy a blue book, so I figured I'd head out to be on time for a 9:00am-er. I hear the voice of Tori in the dining room, who is also in my class, so I ask if she wants to walk with me. She says of course, but doesn't begin to pack up. Not wanting to be late, I ask her when she's planning on leaving. "Well," she begins, "I still have a few more articles to go over, and I think it'd be helpful if you and I could quiz each other for a little bit, don't you?" Well yeah, duh, but good luck fitting all that into 15 minutes of cramming. I told her this. She looks at me like I just grew another head. The exam is at 2:00pm, didn't I know that? Well....... shit.

Of course, "shit" shouldn't be the right sentiment. I was just granted an extra four hours of review! However, I'm at the point where I'm reviewing the same things over and over and a part of me just wants to take this darn test. I will say, though, that I am so lucky that I thought the test was at 9:00, rather than thinking it was at 2:00 and completely skipping my last exam. I know Dad was able to argue his way out when we went to the wrong room, but since my current grade in this class is not what I'd like it to be, I'm not sure I'd have the halo effect necessary to pull off something like that.

Anyway, I'll be continuing to study, while Bobby sleeps in and eventually heads to Lynchburg. When I thought my test was at 9:00, he decided to come into Charlottesville so we could leave together around 1:00, but I don't want to keep him here, bored and alone, until 5:00. I'll probably end up meeting him at his house, my medicine wearing off just in time to have a home cooked meal and promptly fall asleep for the nest 14 hours. I can't wait for this to be over.