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sub_dividedIt's 9:30am and your first and only final of the semester is in four hours. Anxious because you missed the review session and haven't studied on your own, either, you have no difficulty getting out of bed (for the the first time in a very long time). But despite being up, motivated, and somewhat focused before noon, you can't seem to read through your notes quick enough. At this rate, you won't make it.
There's a box of rocket chocolates on the table in front of you. Taking one seems like it might be a good idea.
DON'T DO IT.
God, it was awful. The caffeine wore off halfway through the exam. I'd known it would, so I had another chocolate ready. MISTAKE NUMBER TWO. This was an essay exam, I wrote pages and pages but it was like I had no control over what I was writing, I couldn't hold on to my thoughts long enough to double-check them for accuracy. I'm kinda terrified I'll get the exam back with WHAT WERE YOU SMOKING written across it in large red letters. Not to mention, all my sentences were half a dozen ungrammatical, barely connected independent clauses long.
Anyway my heart rate is still 200/80 so why not write some book reviews? At least I can look back at them later and laugh (or maybe just cry)...wait, scratch that, there's an after-exam party at Arbor Brewing Company and I could really use a beer.
To whom it may concern: Good luck on finals! :D
There's a box of rocket chocolates on the table in front of you. Taking one seems like it might be a good idea.
DON'T DO IT.
God, it was awful. The caffeine wore off halfway through the exam. I'd known it would, so I had another chocolate ready. MISTAKE NUMBER TWO. This was an essay exam, I wrote pages and pages but it was like I had no control over what I was writing, I couldn't hold on to my thoughts long enough to double-check them for accuracy. I'm kinda terrified I'll get the exam back with WHAT WERE YOU SMOKING written across it in large red letters. Not to mention, all my sentences were half a dozen ungrammatical, barely connected independent clauses long.
Anyway my heart rate is still 200/80 so why not write some book reviews? At least I can look back at them later and laugh (or maybe just cry)...wait, scratch that, there's an after-exam party at Arbor Brewing Company and I could really use a beer.
To whom it may concern: Good luck on finals! :D