I admit that I haven’t exactly been the best student in the world, and for the most part my finals haven’t been your average exam as most of them weren’t in a separate room, at a separate time. Really I never understood the practice in the first place. What’s so crazy about having a final on the day the class normally meets, at the time the class normally meets? Doesn’t the whole thing defeat the purpose of being able to select your own classes, at times of your chosing? Sure most only think of lazy kids not wanting to get up at 8:00am, but really most college kids schedule specific times to not conflict with their part time jobs, which most need because at 30-50k bucks a year, college isn’t exactly affordable for most parents, even with pretty good scholarships.

Stupidity aside, I had my first final today, and it couldn’t have possibly been more miserable, well besides the actual final itself, which was rather easy. First off, my original final was scheduled for 8:00am next Friday, but really, I didn’t want to wait that long to take the final. Besides that I have a final Monday, a take home essay final, and another final next Thursday, so this spread all of them out to give me time to study for each one by themselves, which is a god send really. Anyway, I took the option of taking the exam today at 7:00am. I figured, hell, it’s only an hour earlier, the reasons already mentioned, and she asked me and I was like….okay?

So up at 5:30 to be able to get ready in time. I’ve been walking to school lately, it’s only about a mile and a half, takes me about 20 minutes to walk, and since I’m only here till the 21st, figured it’d be a waste to get a T pass. Out I head at around 6:00, and sure enough, miserable morning begins. I’m already tired as hell, forgot to make myself some coffee, and facing a Psychopharmocology exam that really was making me pretty nervous. The world thought this wasn’t fun enough so it gave me 35 degrees and pouring rain. Not good enough? How about me finding out my rain coat was as useful as draping myself in newspaper? My shoulders were soaked within five minutes (you hear that Ma, I think I need a new rain coat with a hood). So of course I’m thinking now, there’s no way in hell I’m walking 20 minutes to school in this. I find a nice spot in between two buildings where there’s absolutely no rain, bust out my wallet and try to scrounge up $1.50 for the bus.

Luckily I had it, flopped into a seat in the back of the bus and off to school I went. I was about 30 minutes early, which was fine, got to sit a bit in the heated building, splayed my jacket on the floor trying to let it dry, and of course the shoulders of my shirt are still soaked. Professor Jackson comes, and luckily the exam was mercifully short (40 questions), no essay portion, and since it was only on Schizophrenia and Parkinson’s, I felt pretty damn confident about it.

Finished the thing in less than thirty minutes. Packed up, caught a bus home (after finding another $1.50), took everything but my underwear off and draped it all over my bathroom, plopped in bed and promptly slept until 1:30pm. Not the most horrible day in the world, but in all, a miserable start to my finals week. At least the exam was easy. Maybe I should pray for all my exams to be miserable days, get myself some cushy exams.