The genius that is me was pulling an all-nighter last night, and decided to take a 20 minute nap at 5:40 am. I set the alarm on my mobile and proceeded to crash on the couch, not giving a shit that I didn't have my quilt with me. I was asleep in seconds.

At 6 am sharp, I woke up and thought to myself, congratulations. You did it!

Then I fell back to sleep.

Shit.

I opened my eyes and looked at my phone. FUCK! 7:05 am! Exam's at 8 and I need to catch the damn bus that only comes every 15 minutes. Okay, my campus is bloody huge so it really doesn't help that I have to walk a fair bit from the bus-stop. I ran downstairs, changed my clothes, grabbed a packet of soy milk and strawberry cream biscuits as my breakfast, lecture notes, bottle of water, pencil case, and I was out the door. Thank God I have my wallet, keys, etc. in one bag.

I walked as quickly as I could and then just as I was nearing the bus-stop, the bus came. DAMN! RUNNNN! Made it onto the bus. It was then that fear really gripped me. Oh God, I haven't finished revising. The stuff before mid-semester, I haven't even looked at them! No way have I memorised all of Freud, Piaget, Kohlberg and Eriksson's theories. Ahh, the damn pricks had to come up with so much stuff!

(For the record, I happen to admire their genius but I was too fucking pissed off to think straight.)

I munched on my biscuits slowly, biting down really hard, hoping that somehow I could just rewind time. This is why I do straight all-nighters, not naps! Ish. Stupid, stupid. I extend naps against my own will. How retarded. I shivered as I got out of the bus, but I'm sure it had little to do with the weather. Ryan (not my housemate) called out to me as I walked to the examination hall, and he teased me about being 'a HD (high distinction) student'. In actual fact, I've never gotten a HD.

I explained that I had only started studying last night, I didn't know jack shit, and as everyone entered the room, I sat down with him and tried to hurriedly go through my notes. Too bad I knew nothing would stick and I just talked to him about the marks I've already scored for this subject. Finally, we walked into the room and I was jittery, but managed to not scream in frustration as I filled out my attendance sheet.

The test finally started and after 10 minutes perusal, I decided that I will either pass or get a credit. Arghh, there goes my distinction. This subject was meant to bring up my GPA! Too bad. I finished the paper in 40 minutes and after doing the obligatory checking, and possibly double-checking, I left. I was out of a 2 hour exam in 50 minutes, no longer bothered since I knew none of the answers would hit me out of the blue.

I hate multiple choice questions. I thought they were meant to make life easy, not make you scratch your head, wonder if you've got it right as compared to the other answer that sounds exactly the same. Then there's a tiny voice that tells me that it's normally C and I rub our my answer to change it. Change it back. Change it. FUCKKK! Shut up already!

Last paper tomorrow. 6 questions, 250 words each. I have a list of 12 questions, to which 6 will be the ones I answer tomorrow. If all else fails, I know I only need 2 marks to pass.

How optimistic of me.