I think I can safely assume that we all hate exams; the days leading up to the exam is filled with of cramming, frustration, some tears and nights spent staring at your textbook with utter confusion, cursing yourself for slacking off in class. The past two weeks were an endless assault of work coupled with exams and lenthly papers in every class. I saw the sun rise multiple times…and not in a good way. But at the end of the week, I realized the amount of support I found here at Rice and the fact that your friends are there to help you in any way they can (there was a copious amount of chocolate consumed.)
The night of my Organic Chemistry final was one of the worst that I’ve ever experienced; I’ve spent a week studying fervently for the exam and I was stressed out beyond belief. It was my last horrendous exam until next week and I was cracking under the pressure of it all. The day went pretty standard.
Tuesday, February 12, 2013- 6AM
My roommate and I wake each other up. Groggily, we brush our teeth, wonder how we did this in high school, and head to the commons to review (read: franticaly shout) equations for our physics exam that morning.
Tuesday, February 12, 2013- 7:45AM
I take my physics exam. It was worse than I expected but I walked out unscathed. I head to organic chemistry class. Intense studying beckons at Fondren.