Scribbles

“Finals are coming…  Your girfriend left you…  You think you’re in hell?  Well, not being ready when judgement day arrives is the real hell!” – Bible-toting street evangelist at Berkeley’s Sather Gate

I heard that quote 8 years ago, and it came rushing back today during my second exam.  Ok, so nothing drastic, only finals.  The rest of my life and soul are perfectly intact, but my day felt hellish nonetheless.  I paid for yesterday’s procrastination by getting owned on the accounting exam.  Then again, I’m not sure how much studying would’ve helped considering the exam was so different from the actual material taught in class.

In our LPG group exam, we had our typical arguments and unsatisfactory debates that always leave a bad taste in my mouth.  On a happy note, since we decided that I would do the entire writeup, we submitted a semi-coherent 7-page response to the case study.  Most other groups split up the work, with different people writing different sections and came out with a hodgepodge of an essay.  Even though we’re not graded on writing style or ability, I was happy to have one positive contribution to today’s exams.

Regardless, I’m still somewhat shocked that after all that schooling, I find myself going through another round of final exams.  So why am I writing this entry right now when I have two more hellish exams tomorrow and the finisher on Wednesday?  Why did I bring this upon myself?

I must be rambling like a madman.