Finals Will Eat Your Spirit

 
In an attempt to get the inner-workings of my body to shut down, I began to stress.
Two weeks it's been since I first began to dread this very day and one week since I found another reason to dread today. I lost sleep. I brought study materials to work at the expense of my customers' patience. I broke out. I became cranky in all my dread for finals week. Suddenly, cereal became my dearest companion and everything else became an enemy. In all the times I wished time would fly, it crawls, and in all the time I wish it to stop, it runs like there's a fire-breathing baby on its heels. Needless to say, today is the day of dreads that I've been dreading. I woke up knowing, and then went back to sleep. I woke up for a second time knowing, and then drowned it in a scalding shower. I left home with the look of a sick puppy and dragged my TOMS out the front door and put the pedal to the metal. Here's what it looked like inside of my mind before classes:
I'm going to fail-no you're not stop it! But seriously, look at this, I haven't studied hardly enough and if that weren't enough, I"m tired and dehydrated and all the odds are against me. India stop! Psych is the easiest class on this planet and you have passed every previous one- EXACTLY so the odds are that I should by now have one failing test. I'm dooooooooooooooooomed.
This is how it went:
Man, this is easy. That's probably just the first five, it's going to get harder. Wtf? It seems as if each question is getting easier! Oh wait, three shaded D's in a row? Try to throw me off will you professor? Take THAT ! (6 minutes later) I'm walking out the door smug as a bug. 
So the psych test was a joke. It was as easy as I could have hoped for. A good start. Still, the thing that carried the most weight was ahead of me, the class presentation in Anthropology. In front of the WHOLE CLASS. I was terrified, this is the demon that kept me awake at night. So came the time for me to present. I volunteered. I presented. It was fine. Can't laugh at it like the psych test, but still I'm so glad it's over. The best part is that I don't have to take the final for that class if I don't wanna. Guess what? I don't wanna. Lazy? yes. Well- planned- study- sessions- in- the- knowledge- that- if- I -did -well- up -until -this- point- that- I -wouldn't- have- to- take -the- final? Yeeeesssss. Next comes the music 1 final on Tuesday. Bring it on bitch.