I went to IC Square in the morning with my journalism notes, knowing I was prepared but intending to refresh my memory on significant court cases. Sportscenter was on. I had to maneuver myself away. I got a coffee, bagel, and a banana. Breakfast of champions, yes. The journalism test was long. Lots of AP Style questions. I think it went fine. There were no choruses of angels following the test, but it was fine.
I went and picked up a "grab and go" lunch and headed back to my dorm for an hour more of review on sports management and cultural anthropology. I absorbed. I contemplated shoving everything off my desk and learning via osmosis. I chose to look at lecture notes instead.
The sports management test was relatively short, I finished pretty early, and I was perfectly prepared. I hope I'm not jinxing anything here. Anyway, there was a back page where Professor Farrell said we could write how we felt about the class, or anything we wanted. I wrote a haiku. I hope I get extra points. Which I doubt, because its relevance is questionable For your lovely enjoyment, here it is:
We lost to the Rams
Clinton Portis costumes are
not so good-looking
Deep, right? I wrote it in 2 minutes. Art. Expect more in the future.
Cultural anthropology was grueling, but again I was pretty well prepared. Except, my professor is kind of torturous. At the very beginning, he said, "I have graded your papers, and set them on this front table. They are arranged from A to E across the table." This was totally stressful because it was a big paper, and all I could think about (as was his intention) was how everyone can tell your grade by where you get your paper. Mean. College. Luckily, I finished my essays, trotted up to the front (I really had to pee. Trotting was necessary), turned them in, and found my paper. 95, baby! Right up front! So yay. I ran to the bathroom, and as I did so my brain officially turned to mush.
Now? A little reading. A lot of being happy I have no more exams.
