After being up until past 1 last night I set my alarm for 6:00 this morning to make sure I had time to study for my US History final at 8:00. I woke up, per usual, to the sound of my downstairs neighbor closing his closet doors (it's not super loud, but loud enough for me). I felt pretty well-rested, and looked up at the window to see the beautiful sun shining through the blinds. At six in the morning???
HOLY HELL! 7:44!!!!!!
It's an 8 minute sprint to get to campus from my apartment, so I FLEW out of bed, LAUGHED at my phone (I truly could not believe it, I even opened and closed my phone several times to make sure the outer display was working properly) and had only enough time to hop into a pair of pants while I went to the loo before I had to rush out of my apartment. FORTUNATELY the prof for that class provides the paper, so all I needed was a pen - if I had needed anything else I wouldn't have made it, because it was scattered everywhere.
FORTUNATELY I made it on time. UNfortunately, I never managed to study for the final. I hadn't even looked at two of the four possible essay prompts. Of course he picked one of those two. I didn't put a single date anywhere in my essays, and the only name I could think of was wrong (I'm realizing now - not that I had any doubts that it was wrong when I wrote it down!), so I've ruled out getting an A on the test. Thankfully I worked hard all quarter and have an excellent grade in the class, so I should be okay even if I get a low B on the test. I may even still sneak by with an A (I had excellent participation as well).
I came home, stunned from the experience. I have had nightmares every single quarter since I started college that I've slept in and missed a final. For the record, I have NEVER EVER slept in. I always laughed at the nightmares because it illustrated how obsessed I am with education - I had an irrational fear of doing something I would never do. Well, boys and girls, I very nearly did it. I am human, after all.
Once I got home I started working on my Irish History final. For those of you who don't know, I struggled all quarter with that class. Aside from the delicious distraction that was CuBe, I really paid attention in the class, took about 20 pages of notes, and did all of my assignments on time. I managed to get B's on all of them (even though I had no idea what I was talking about) and did well on my quizzes. But when I looked at the Final Exam prompt I panicked. There was only one option that I even had a CHANCE of answering, and we were supposed to pick two - and then write 4-6 pages for EACH! I managed to get part way through the first one last night, but didn't have any idea where I was going with it. Fortunately, the stimulation to my brain from the absolute PANIC this morning seemed to have lifted a veil. The first essay turned out very well - and was even the correct length. The second was a bit short (but Prof was flexible in his wording), but it too was excellent. I finished it up, answered the two-point extra credit question, then rushed off to the library to print it off and make it back in time to meet the Post-Man to get........
I missed him yesterday when I went to the library to study (and got distracted by CuBe), and my attempts to arrange a redelivery failed because the internet was unstable.