How am I you ask? Why what an interesting question. There is a mental countdown in my head right now as in four hours the skies will open and the tequila will rain down.
And I cannot wait.
School for the first month had been peddling along in first gear. They weren't shoving information in our face and all of the professors appeared to be kind, understanding and non-threatening.
It was a false sense of security.
Today will be my third test in seven days. Normally not too tall of an order... except for the nature of the tests. The week has steadily grown worse and in two short hours I will take my final exam of this retched stretch.
You see, they lulled us into thinking the exams themselves were not to be too bad. The practice questions were easy. The lectures were easy. The study guide was easy. The exams.... not so much.
It was like being in a prison cell with a lonely guy named Bubba and not an ounce of KY present.
In the last week I have studied more than my entire undergrad career combined. It became quite apparent that our profs were not as easy-going as they made themselves out to be. These exams have been the most demented, head-throbbing exams I have ever experienced. And the worst is yet to come.
For the first time in my life, I truly felt utterly and completely stupid.
And really I cannot blame the profs for this. I underestimated, along with the majority of my classmates, what would be required for each exam. Obviously that little tangent in biochem may ultimately be related to a problem worth 10% of your score on the exam.
As I sit here, bruised and bleeding, a new plan of attack for the rest of the semester has been formulated. These SOBs aren't gonna keep me down, and I'm going guns blazing for the rest of the semester.
First thing is first however... where the hell is that tequila?