Rock Out

This morning started out by getting the closest free parking spot on the street by the TSC. It was great. It almost made me forget that I was coming to campus to take 3 finals. It didn't take long to remember though. I walked into my first final at 9:30 knowing that the next hour and half was not going to be pleasant. It wasn't. I don't think i've ever left a test knowing for a fact that I had failed it. I didn't even answer half of the questions. F. That's what I got. I guess that's what I get for not studying. But I had done the math and I knew which tests mattered. The next final went a little better. It was multiple choice and I felt pretty good about it. My last final was the one I was most worried about. It was worth 50% of my grade in the class. I had studied quite a bit for it. I went into it not really knowing what to expect. We had never had an in-class test. I sat down and the heaters were blazing, I was already pitting out pretty bad so that didn't help. The final was handed out and I hurriedly glanced over all 12 essay questions. I knew them all. It felt good. Despite the fact that I now have that syndrome in my hands from writing too much I am really happy. Rock Out.