One down, one to go.
I'm done with biology, remains chemistry.
I have not suffered from test anxiety since at least junior year in high school, and severe anxiety since seventh grade. But today was a living nightmare. I knew I was prepared, yet I could not stop going through hundreds, thousands of scenarios in my head and breaking into a cold sweat.
I am not enjoying this. I am not enjoying studying. I am not enjoying memorizing hundreds of reaction mechanisms. I am not enjoying coming back late from a final and rushing into the next one.
This isn't like high school where finals were a laugh. This is college, where the final is two thirds of your grade, a grade that consists so far of two tests. The stakes are so high...
It's not a pleasant thought. I have been on the verge of breaking down into tears for the past three hours.
The darkest hour always comes right before dawn, I guess, but I really wish it didn't. I wish I could be home and careless already like so many other students who left a week ago.
But wishing isn't going to get me anywhere, so I guess all I have to do now is scrounge whatever food I have left in the cupboard and the lukewarm can of Dr. Pepper sitting in the defrosted fridge, turn on Bach, and get back to the books.
Wish me luck, I'll need it.
I'm done with biology, remains chemistry.
I have not suffered from test anxiety since at least junior year in high school, and severe anxiety since seventh grade. But today was a living nightmare. I knew I was prepared, yet I could not stop going through hundreds, thousands of scenarios in my head and breaking into a cold sweat.
I am not enjoying this. I am not enjoying studying. I am not enjoying memorizing hundreds of reaction mechanisms. I am not enjoying coming back late from a final and rushing into the next one.
This isn't like high school where finals were a laugh. This is college, where the final is two thirds of your grade, a grade that consists so far of two tests. The stakes are so high...
It's not a pleasant thought. I have been on the verge of breaking down into tears for the past three hours.
The darkest hour always comes right before dawn, I guess, but I really wish it didn't. I wish I could be home and careless already like so many other students who left a week ago.
But wishing isn't going to get me anywhere, so I guess all I have to do now is scrounge whatever food I have left in the cupboard and the lukewarm can of Dr. Pepper sitting in the defrosted fridge, turn on Bach, and get back to the books.
Wish me luck, I'll need it.
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