Thomas Fletcher (fletch31526) wrote,
Thomas Fletcher

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Finals Eve

Sara pointed something out to me this afternoon shortly after our 2 p.m. photo communications class was dismissed. We'd just been in our last undergrad class ever. Well, that is... unless we manage to fuck up one of our finals. I'm not sure about her, but I know that such an occurance is a distinct possibility for me. With six tests to go, anything (both good and bad) is possible.

At 8 in the morning, I begin the madness with a warm-up... a final for a class called "Substance Abuse" (Zoe asked if there was a lab -- heh). I damn near aced the first test of the semester and fared okay on the mid-term. I know what material is going to be on it, so I think I'm going to be ready.

I've got midday off to take a nap (and perhaps get a haircut -- cause, damn, I'm shaggy). At 3 p.m., I'll take a final in Photo Comm. I'm not sure what to expect, exactly... Because the prof. kept saying that it was going to be really hard to come up with good questions as it related to the material we've covered. Yet, I feel confident about it. It'll be a step up from substance abuse, but it won't be ugly.

No, ugly lies in wait for me on Friday...
Tags: college, zoe

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