Exam Time

Yesterday was my first of two major exams this semester. I'm glad it is over. Really, exams don't stir me up like they do to some people. I just take things in stride. You know what you know and there is nothing you can do about it after a certain point. I'm always most relaxed an hour before the exam and just before the exam, I am hyper as all hell. Nothing can calm be down.

Yesterday, before my exam at 1pm, I took my car into the dealership to get fixed and walked back home from the dealership (in 20 degree weather). Then, I did the reverse to pick it back up a couple hours later. I made myself a nice big breakfast with sausage, eggs, and muffins. I also managed to clean up my apartment for my boyfriend's visit after the exam. In fact, the only thing I didn't do was study for my final.

There have been some interesting stories about finals so far and it is only the 2nd day. First, I was wondering around the school yesterday, trying to find a friend. I rode up the elevator with this guy who smelled like vomit. Gross! Then this morning I heard about a girl who passed out and then vomited after an exam. Now, the exam she was taking was my first semester civil procedure exam. She and I even had the same prof. What kills me is that she didn't pass out and vomit before hand. Then at least she could have gotten more study time. The third story is about this guy who asked me whether or not it would be ethical to fuck with people's minds before the exam in order to psych them out and lower the overall curve so he could get a better grade. Apparently there are a couple chicks in his class who like him and a couple of dudes who like the chicks. He wanted to, before the exam, ask the girls if they wanted to grab lunch after the exam. This would distract the girls during the exam and then piss the guys off too, thereby distracting them. That is some funny shit. I hope it works out for him.

My next final isn't for another week. It is nice to have the long break in between exams, but it doesn't provide the pressure that I work best under.

Tonight my cat is officially not going to be mine anymore. Sure, I know where he is going to live in a big huge house and he is going to a great family who already knows and loves him, but that doesn't make it okay. It makes it better, but not okay!