This is perhaps the least stressful test week I've ever been through. This WHOLE week, I have... one exam. That's a massive improvement compared to last time, where I had 5 exams over the period of 2 days, and then another 2 exams the following week. Now that was bad. This time I have... 3 exams over all. One of them's chemistry- which means I don't need to do much at all. The other 2 are both maths- one of which I'm actually... okay for. A bit of revision and I'll be good to go. As for the other... wellll there's always the weekend. If I can somehow manage to get a good chunk of my English oral done tonight, it may be possible to avoid the all-nighter tomorrow! Isn't that an exciting prospect? Though it may just be wishful thinking on my part.
I've never actually felt that good about test week. Maybe when I get into the actual exams I'll fail miserably, BUT, until then... eh, it's not so bad. I have a practise exam in my hands, so if I can get most of that, I'll be fine on the actual day. It feels unreal- almost unnatural that there is so little stress. It is in moments such as these that I'm glad I chose to do humanities like psychology (selectively forgetting about that recent all-nighter I pulled for psych and my multitude of complaints about it).
I complain? Never. Look, here's a zebra.
Life's pretty good right now. Not much to whine about- except for Dad, who yelled at me today because I was too far behind the other cars and then people started overtaking. Well fuck them, they're the ones doing an 80 in a 60 zone- I was already going at 60km/h. Eh, Dad's just a daily nuisance- my frustration towards him has just become a constant in my life. Nothing to do about it, better move on.
Alright, ENGLISH TIME. I will not pull an all-nighter tomorrow night.
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