Yesterday I took my last exam for the year. It was also the last time I intend to use my brain until October.
Exams this year went pretty well, they felt like good passes. I even got to be the bastard that walks out first in one of them. Surpassing that, I got to every single one of them without getting lost or extremely confused once. Mildly confused, yes (no one told me I’d enter the station near the check in for direct-to-China trains), but not extremely confused (I rang Mom and she instructed me to try looking a few metres to the left).
I hate exams, I really do. Okay, I guess it’s really the pre-exam experience I despise. I aim arrive at exams half-an-hour early just in case. That’s half-an-hour of standing in silence with a couple hundred other students. Now 49% of these students look like they just want to keel over and die. Another 49% are like me, we succumb to general morbidity and wander around gloomily. The other two percent are either stupid happy people who have to smear their sunshine everywhere, or men in their thirties whose mothers still bring them to school (yep, saw one of those).
Now to go eat, drink, and be merry.